"Seems I'm the first one to get here," A voice crackled through the room, causing the demon lord to be slightly taken aback by the presence of what almost seemed to be a wolf. It was a hungry presence. A desperate presence. Something dangerous.
"Don't think you can leave now that you have entered my quarters. You have trapped yourself with a future god who shall rule everything."
Clio's smirk grew wide, her entire distorted face sending a shiver down the demon lord's back. He couldn't help but grip his scepter with extreme tension before letting out a long exhale, discarding any unnecessary emotions.
"You misunderstand something, Your Highness," Clio's wrists flicked out, summoning two sickles that she continued to flip in her hands. "You're stuck in here with me. That is your one mistake."
"How arrogant you are little one."
