Damian immediately got up from his throne and smirked at Susan. He wasn't going to say more and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
That devil, they were still in the middle of a conversation, weren't they?
Wait, where did he go? Did he really leave her at the throne to face all those demons alone?
Oscar approached her and she let out a relieved sigh. And as he led her out of the hall, she couldn't help but feel murderous intent being directed at her.
The eyes of the demons, she no longer knew where the stares were directed at, if it was her or the beautiful flower she held in her arms.
"Don't mind the stares." Oscar said once they were out of the hall. "Though they want to kill you, they can't. The aristocrats of the underworld only know one word, power. They tend to throw their weight around anyone they feel is not as powerful as they are."
