"I really don't want to do this, your majesty." Mao mutters to you, his sword clashing against your own, his demon wings folded behind his back with tension, his demon tail swaying side to side slowly. His green eyes glare into your own. "But if it means saving the demonity of the kingdom... then I'll have to take the chance. Even if it means risking my own life to behead you off your throne!" He was once your personal guard, but now turned enemy.