#ivlisi

Laced shoes walked on the marble grounds  of her castle, her footsteps echoing across the  halls. A simple walk was planned by the demon, to tend to the flowers and adore the fragrant aroma of her gardens. That was planned until she heard another presence's footsteps echoing – its sound coming closer and closer. Hopefully, it was one of her or his subordinates. Though, her instincts told her to be wary. Thus, to confirm her suspicions, she walked toward the source.

To her surprise, a demon she hadn't seen before. Certainly not one of her subordinates. She stood in front of him, gazing at him with silence. He was a foreigner, wasn't he? Were their subordinates ever  so welcoming to one who could possibly be a threat? Wary she was, she spoke up with a cold tone.