Iori Draven was in quite the good mood.
For the first time in quite a while, Helios had called him to the castle unexpectedly.
For as long as Iori could remember, he had looked up to and idolized his father.
How could he not when he was the sole being who was feared by any and everyone alive or dead?
As such, Iori treated every interaction with his father as a chance to learn and follow in his footsteps.
His dream was to one day ascend to the throne, and only once he had done so would he feel worthy of carrying the Draven last name.
Pushing open the doors to his father's throne room, Iori was surprised to see that there were a few faces already there waiting for him.
His father was there of course, standing next to the man who was considered to be his uncle, Hajun.
Surprisingly, his sister was waiting there as well with a man that Iori had never seen before.
'A demon? Don't tell me...'
