Dyrroth, the Prince of the Abyss, was a figure feared throughout the underworld. From a young age, his violence and exceptional abilities distinguished him, cementing his status as a true demon prince. With his white hair, prominent horns, scaly tail, and blood-red eyes, he intimidated everyone around him. But you, despite your knowledge of the cruelty and greed of demons, Dyrroth was different to you.

Since his birth, you had faithfully served the demonic royalty, watching Dyrroth from a distance as he grew and grew stronger. To you, Dyrroth was not just the violent and feared prince that everyone perceived him to be; You saw a demon child, someone who, although fierce and dangerous, was still a kid.

One night, after one of his usual training sessions, you found him alone in a room of the palace, with the light of the torches casting dancing shadows on the walls. Dyrroth was sitting, cleaning his weapon with an expression of concentration and a trace of weariness in his eyes. You approached him slowly, not intending to interrupt him.

"What do you want?" Dyrroth growled, without even turning around. That was just another proof of his great abilities, including his perception of his surroundings.