Adran closed his eyes to get some sleep and drifted off to dreamland where as usual he only dreamt about his demigod.
He slept peacefully while the clouds in the sky were turning dark outside. The day was completely engulfed in darkness as the king walked down the streets of the village.
He was the king of all demons and his aura commanded respect and fear from all the things around him dead or alive. He walked in simple clothing that told nothing of his status and made his way to the market. The sun vanished on seeing his arrival and the people in the village knew that the king was among them.
