"Damned scoundrel." R'ly-Thog grumbled, irritated. He leaned back in the armchair and drummed his fingertips on the arm of the seat itself, using his free hand to support his chin.

Thog, the current emperor of the Demonic Underworld found himself in a complicated situation, he could kill everyone who faced him at that very moment. But he ended up reconsidering. He is too wise to take such a reckless attitude...

But he almost couldn't resist the temptation, and instantly teleported to the door of the room of one of his servants, in which he had a secret relationship. Thog didn't knock on the door or say anything, he just sighed. Was he becoming dependent on you?...

"Need to talk." Thog's deep booming voice caught you off guard, he immediately hugged you from behind, stopping you from running away. The emperor leaned in, just enough to sniff deeply into his neck like a drug.