"Proxy Lord!" A demon knight burst into the dimly lit chamber, his armored boots scraping against the stone floor. His voice rang out with raw urgency. "We are under attack!"
The Proxy Lord, recently placed on the throne by the Demon God as a temporary ruler jerked upright in his seat.
He was only meant to hold the position until the Demon God found someone truly competent.
The appointment had been nothing more than a cold, strategic move to stop an immediate rebellion after Lilith's violent removal.
The Demon God's plan was meticulously cruel in its simplicity. He would slowly bleed the province dry.
Best demons were quietly transferred to other territories, one elite warrior at a time, until the entire region grew too weak to resist being carved apart and divided.
Yet that very thoughtful scheme had backfired spectacularly. It had turned the province into a lavish, free feast laid out just for Greg.
