A light knock rapped against his door. The demon Lord shifted through a pile of contracts he needed to go through. He didn't bother to answer right away. Once pleased with the new arrangement he set the files aside and laid back in his thick cushioned leather chair.
"Come in," his deep baritone voice rang in the large office space.
The head guard entered, he closed the door behind him and bowed.
"My Lord," he greeted.
The Lord remained silent and observed the male before him. He was one of the top warriors in his ranks, his loyalty was never questioned. Yet, today's incident left him with more questions than answers. Mikaus was a distant cousin four times removed. But Damien's clan was small but powerful so any relation to his blood counted for something.
