Aries, the former Demon King, sighed as he felt the weight of both guilt and worry assail his heart.
That was the sole reason he had left his chambers and stayed in the Throne Room for some time.
He donned his ceremonial robe and held us scepter, watching an empty room from his elevated platform.
Everything felt so empty and meaningless.
"The War..." He murmured, remembering the last battle that occurred in the past, and how it had ended.
The Demon Race had been lucky to get a fresh start, a new beginning.
Aries understood that they were blessed. Not only did they have a definite territory, but they had the perfect environment for living.
He had thought his citizens would have the same thought as him, but it was the opposite.
They somehow thought the Demon Race was on the losing end in the deal that was made.
His son, Abellion, especially thought that the Demons were being relegated and looked down upon due to their reclusive territory.
