The moment the sky turned pitch black, Enzo knew — something terrible was coming.
His gut had never failed him, and the moment someone appeared in the sky above their small town, teleporting with ease, that feeling was confirmed.
A man — no, a monster — floated high above, with a little girl at his side.
Enzo's eyes widened in horror when the second recognition struck him.
The man's black hair was like a curtain of night, his crimson eyes glowing like blood in the dark, and a pair of curved black horns crowned his head.
His black robe, embroidered with elegant silver patterns, gave him the air of a twisted aristocrat — noble, yet utterly inhuman.
Even with all the changes, Enzo knew. He could never forget that aura.
Cold. Dark. Suffocating.
That was what Claude always felt like.
There had always been something wrong with him, even long before Enzo discovered the truth — before he knew Claude was a daemon.
