Arcadius slowly made his way through the corridors of his castle, each and every motion he made exuded an air of regality.
The corridors reflected his status; High ceilings adorned with frescoes, golden chandeliers casting a soft glow on the marble floors, and rich tapestries bearing the Demon King's crest lining the walls.
Statues sculpted to his likeness stood in quiet watch, their faces and every intricate detail of their frame carved with care.
Even the carved wooden doors and the gilded moldings boasted the wealth and power that surrounded him.
The permanent scowl etched across his brows cast a shadow on his crimson red eyes that seemed to look beyond everything that was in front of him.
"No! Please give me back my baby!!"
The pleading cries of a woman pierced his ears and thawed out the peace that once enveloped the long corridors.
Arcadius ignored the commotion and continued his walk.
