In a dark, dimly lit room, the viper slithered slowly, making no sound. Its golden runes shone in the darkness of night. If not for those runes, it would have been impossible to detect its presence.
The viper moved inconspicuously into the corner of the room, slithering up the hand rest of the throne and carefully wrapping itself around the man's hand, looking all submissive and docile—far from the hostile creature it had been moments before.
"Did you find something unusual?" a deep voice resonated in the darkness of the chamber.
The man seated on the throne slowly opened his dark eyes and gazed into the vastness before him, his eyes like swirling masses of darkness, capable of absorbing even the faintest light.
The viper hissed softly and replied, "Master, she has indeed returned from the Demon World, but I doubt she would be foolish enough to try something this reckless."
