A knock was made on the door. Demona could only glance at it. Before he could give his permission to whoever was at the door to come in, it flung open, leaving Demons in awe on who it was so he could decide the bloody fate of the person.
Shockingly, it was Bob. He looked like he had just receive bad news from a ghost.
"Sire!" He called in hope mixed with worry.
Sofia really wondered if Demona was royalty or Bob just liked to over-exaggerate things.
"Speak!" He ordered. He knew that for Bob to barge in like that uninvited Mmmust mean that something wrong was happening or had happened.
"Sire," Bob fell on his knees in humility and worry mixed with a fear and pain on the outcome of what was going to happen after Demona heard what Bob was to say.
Demona stood up wondering the reason for Bob's behavior. His concern rose.
"I said speak!"
"Sire! He. . . He has escaped."
