"Well this is awkward", Milo broke the silence hanging in the room.
Ever since Marcos and Dark had arrived, Milo sensed a change in the demon king. He had become a whole lot more reserved than how he was before, even his whole air of authority had vanished. Now he just sat in the throne, staring down at the two demons who continued to twiddle their fingers, anxiously awaiting his next words.
Maybe it was because he wasn't a demon so he couldn't sense it, but for some reason both Marcos and Dark seemed to have an instinctive fear towards the demon king.
Milo shuffled over towards Marcos, "Hey, what's the deal?", he whispered.
Marcos picked his head up slightly, looking Milo in the eye, "Hostility directed towards us".
