The Crown
"My lord!" A youth with pale skin,—like all demons— brown hair and dark eyes rushes to us as soon as we step on the room. "My Lord, you never informed your departure! I was worried sick!"
I visibly cringe at the word 'My Lord' because I am not yet too used to people calling anyone but Vermilion 'My Lord', earning a look of disapproval from Edward which I return with a strained smile.
"Now, now, Keith." Typhon grins and pats Keith's shoulder, "I didn't take long, did I? And other than that, shouldn't you be resting right now? Why are you running around like this?"
