[The Demon King warmly welcomes a new Lord of Hell]
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That... was a joke, right? How, in any sense of the word, was that a 'warm welcome'? Eiro was still shivering, the fear deeply instilled in his bones. Or... at least that's what he thought was the case. He knew he was supposed to be scared, that he should be feeling a terror beyond anything that he ever thought possible, but... there was nothing. He carried himself well on his legs, and his mind was clear. Maybe it was because he didn't have a heartbeat to go by anymore, but even though Eiro knew he should be scared... he somehow didn't feel that fear. Was it just that the 'Demon King' was such a horrendous being that it went beyond what Eiro's body was able to really recognize, or was it a mercy bestowed upon him?
