The time in the demon world was the same as always, nothing new or different, just the usual purplish sky with artificial suns that, well, don't really matter.
At this moment, a beautiful woman was seated at an elegantly and extravagantly decorated table, typical of the Sitri palace.
The hall was filled with ornate mirrors, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling like drops of crystal, and red velvet curtains.
In front of her, an enormous tray of unusual sweets rested, a sight that could easily make any mortal question their sanity.
They ranged from cakes topped with dragon-shaped frosting to macarons that changed color with each bite.
"So, dear... you were kidnapped, were you?" The melodic and drawn-out voice of Roxanne's mother cut through the silence as she delicately placed a sweet in her mouth, watching her daughter with bright eyes.
