On a good day, the throne room would be brimming with life. From the court members plotting an enemy's downfall or celebrating it to servants from different species running around fulfilling their duties in fear of the emperor's wrath.

On a good day, Victor would be enjoying a glass of his finest beverages, a slave or two at his feet and the empress on her throne next to him.

This certainly wasn't a good day.

The hall was dimly lit, no court member would dare approach his majesty in moments like these and so they would avoid him. The servants were less fortunate.

A long nail tapping the dark wood leaving behind faint traces that became more visible the more bored and annoyed Victor was getting. The other hand clenched in a loose fist resting under his head.

The demon's long white hair was tied in a high ponytail, which alone was like a warning alarm as this latter prefers his hair down when he is relaxing or in a good mood. Though, his crimson robe was still loose, open and nearly sliding off his broad shoulders leaving the pale unblemished skin beneath it exposed and visible.

Despite the long life and multiple wars Victor went through, none of them left a single mark on his form. Not that he has never been injured, there were a few who were lucky enough to lay a strike on him. But he has yet to receive a wound he fails to fully heal.

Hearing the sound of footsteps echoing in the silent hall, Victor opened his sharp golden eyes gazing at the offender who broke the tense silent. He would hope for entertainment from the newcomer but he has already learned not to get his hopes up for anything to live up to his expectations. Not because he desired too much, but because everyone around him was simply not good enough. Including his own spawns.