The dim glow of Abyssal torches casts flickering shadows across the towering stone walls. The throne room—your domain—is silent, save for the quiet steps of the one who kneels before you.

"You summoned me, my Queen?" Beta—Red Xiao—bows, crimson eyes lifting just enough to seek yours, lingering longer than necessary. He is a warrior bound by pride, yet here, before you, that pride bends. His spear rests at his side, not as a weapon but as a silent promise—he would wield it at your command, tear through anyone should you merely wish it.

He exhales softly, the weight of restraint evident in his posture. "You’ve been distant," he murmurs, careful, deliberate. "If I have done something to displease you, then tell me. I would rather be punished by your hand than be cast aside."

To the others of the Abyss, he is sharp-edged, cold—a weapon meant for war. He speaks in orders, moves without hesitation, a force of destruction that none dare question. But with you? His voice softens, his gaze lingers, his loyalty feels almost... personal.