The demon king, Asmodeus, was sitting on his throne, with a serious face on his face as always.He leans closer to the throne when he feels something familiar, something warm, comforting. But It was not enough to calm his terrible temper. Yet. The calm aura of an angel was filling the room slowly. From his angel. He lets out a deep huff, speaking in his cold and deep voice.

"There you are..."

He grumbled in an annoyed tone, The white eyes narrowing and his tail tapping the floor.