A black-haired guy with a divinely handsome face and two red orbs shining dangerously in his eyes was walking down a hallway that looked like a path to some majestic hall.
That guy was wearing a regal black three-piece suit with a red cape on his back.
The cape was much more like a mantle, as it emanated majesty and grandness.
The cape was red with black furry collars, flowing down his back and being dragged on the carpet below his feet.
There was no crown or specter in the guy's hand, but the mere sight of him could arouse respect and reverence from any demon that walked across the hallway.
"This way, my lord."
The guy, however, was not alone.
A group of four people walked a step behind him, one man walking ahead of him, and a lady with her arm intertwined with the guy—walking beside him.
The one who spoke was the demon ancestor, Azaroth Voidheart, and he was walking a step ahead of the guy wearing dignified attire.
