"Master," a woman with tan skin and brown eyes bowed her head in reverence. It was Demi, the city governor.
However, instead of having the authoritative demeanor expected of someone with her high position, she now prostrated herself, fully submitting to avoid offending the figure in front of her.
The dimly lit bedroom was shrouded in the quiet of the night, the shadows from the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a light on a figure that looked like the incarnation of evil itself.
Dark bones with red lightning patterns etched across them stood out menacingly, and unlike before, this time the figure was around 6'5" in height, making his whole presence even more imposing.
Every time the red orb of light in its eyes flickered and moved, the woman felt like she was being looked down upon by a real death god.
Terrifying, dangerous, and brutal. Those were the only words that could describe it.
