"What is… happening…?"
The red skies of Hell turned black.
The red unchanging skies of the deprived land.
Were filled with darkness.
The door to the grand hall opened once more and a torrent came hurtling inside. The instruments of the demons playing the music screeched and turned livid.
The glasses in the room clinked while tables shook.
Every. Single. Demon.
Every single demon was rooted in its spot as the sounds of footsteps merged with the screeching strings.
Locks of hair black and white. Horns stretching just slightly above his head.
Deep, cold, sharp eyes of amethyst.
And a slight self-important grin. As if everything here was just another Monday morning for him.
Seeing the demons frozen in the spot, the man walked over to the servers on the side, picked up his glass of wine, and raised it.
"Apologies if I was late. As a new demon lord," he grinned and pointed his glass toward the windows. "I wanted to present that, as a gift to all of you."
"I-It's the night!!!"
