Reign saw the look on the demons' faces and couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying way too hard to kiss up to him.
They were practically bowing so low, he half expected them to start polishing his shoes.
He sighed and waved them off. "Alright, that's enough. You can go now."
The demons quickly bowed again and left.
He watched them go with a slight frown on his face. All the attention was starting to feel like more of a burden than a benefit.
'I miss my peaceful life,' he muttered to himself.
If it weren't for the party he still had to deal with, Reign would've gladly returned to his original body, where he could be free from all this nonsense.
He longed for the simplicity of those days—when he didn't have to worry about alliances, politics, or the constant threat of powerful and psychopathic beings like Tara showing up at his doorstep.
