"Old man, why do I have to come along, couldn't you have picked someone else?"
"I had a date today you know? With this girl I've been pursuing for months?!"
Exclaimed a young man with a rare skin condition, patches of it purple and others pale, a single horn protruding on the side of his temple.
He was dressed in formal attire, a suit to be specific, and he reeked of cologne, almost as if he'd bathed in it.
"Young Master Third, must you always complain? Do the bidding of his Majesty with diligence, you should be honored."
Said a middle aged man with a sharply trimmed greying beard and a neatly groomed scalp of hair, he too was dressed in formal wear, in a suit resembling a tuxedo.
In front of them walked Arcadius Vermont, the Demon King, his every motion filled with the regality of a seasoned ruler.
He was dressed in a cream-white attire, woven in the highest quality materials, gemstones and even tiny Mana crystals.
