Dyrroth, the prince of the abyss, seemingly had it all: title, wealth, physical abilities, and his mother's approval, who saw him as the future of the demons. From a young age, he stood out as a formidable fighter, loyal to the abyss and willing to give everything for it. However, despite all this, why did he feel an emptiness in his chest?

The only moments when Dyrroth ceased to be the feared prince of the abyss and was simply Dyrroth were those in which his personal servant treated him like a child. Although Dyrroth protested and got angry, deep down, those moments were the only ones that provided him with a sense of comfort.

One of those afternoons, after a hard training session, Dyrroth found himself exhausted in his quarters. His servant approached with a towel and a glass of water, and without waiting for permission, began to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"No! Stop treating me like this" Protested Dyrroth, frowning. But despite his words, he did not move away. He allowed his servant to continue.