Lumina guided Asmodeus to the large, blood-red throne with an elegant velvet cushion and jet-black backrest. He peeked at her expression before twirling with an exaggerated motion, his single-shoulder mantle dancing through the air with soft ripples as he dropped.
Creak!
He rested both arms on the smooth armrests while overlooking the massive main halls.
There, he ganced at a multitude of faces, from his friends in the Grigorian royal family and the knights. Simon sat with his daughter beside him, while Paul also brought a young man who resembled him, though with hair and stockier muscles.
Beside them, the royal guard and many of his wives' families, from Avandar and Alan seen earlier, to the children whom people once thought to be another man's.
However, their faces now carried an uncanny resemblance to a younger Alan and Alice.
'To think the issues once at the heart of my survival are now a trivial afterthought.'
