Several figures stood around a table. Some of them were not physically present but used a form of magic to project their figures across a ridiculous distance in order to attend the current meeting.
At the head of the table, a small figure that stood at around five and a half feet, could be seen. It was a male, and two large wings sprouted from his back. His dark face was revealing a curious expression as he had just arrived, and wanted to know why he had been sent here.
"Ashtar, my father sent me as he representative for this meeting. Speak, I do not have much time to spare." The male, seemingly a young man in his late teens, from the way he sounded and looked, said. He raised an eyebrow to look at Ashtar who stood beside his projection. His name was Nox Vermillion, heir to the throne of the Demon King.
"My Lord, I have failed you and your father. Please forgive me." Ashtar, the proud and pompous Demon General, bowed his head meekly before the young man.
