“Welcome,”

Malak spoke from his throne in a gentle, soothing voice,

“I have been waiting for you.”

The lord spoke upon his throne as he tossed his leg over the other, the monsters bowing before him as Agatha sat on a small throne beside them, giggling with dark intention as she stick her tongue out playfully to the person who comes before them. Malak gave his youngest one a look of disappointment as she fixed herself, but Malak soon returned his gaze to the person below.