The decision to return to the demon realm hung over me like a storm cloud, a constant presence that I could feel, but couldn't quite grasp. I spent the day walking through the human city with Seraphine, soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of a world that had once been mine.
The marketplace was a symphony of life vendors shouting their wares, children laughing as they played, the scent of fresh bread mingling with the perfume of blooming flowers. It was beautiful, vibrant, full of everything I had once loved about ruling here.
But there was an underlying tension in me, a tug of war between the life I had known and the life that awaited me.
As we wandered through the city, Seraphine stayed close by my side, her presence both comforting and grounding. She didn't speak much, as if sensing the turmoil in my thoughts, but her hand never left mine.
