"Hello, it's me, Zilvagias. I've brought Falavig's frozen severed head out for another appearance."
Sorry, Falavig. I know I'm desecrating your remains, but I'll use you as leverage to stir up as much trouble as possible in the Demon Kingdom. That'll have to make us even.
I sat down on the sofa in the center of the room, placing the severed head to my left and the gleaming scale mail to my right, waiting for the so-called Leader of the Dark Dragons to arrive.
After a brief wait, he arrived.
The leader was a tall man draped in flowing black robes. His skin, hair, and even the whites of his eyes were jet black, while his pupils were a cold, icy blue, like frozen water. His handsome, refined face bore a gentle smile, but there was also a subtle air of arrogance about him.
Most notably, two horns protruded from the sides of his head, running toward the back, signaling that he was not human.
