Astaroth looked at the cocoons and smiled.
Just then, space behind him convulsed. The air warped with green and black light, fracturing the fabric of space.
Before long, a portal was formed.
From within, a figure stepped out.
The figure wore high heels, had a tall slender figure, and draped a dark green coat. She had citrine colored hair, a beautiful face with dark eyelids. Venomous glowing pupils and black sclera.
From her head protruded two horns that elongated behind like a crown. Whether it be her aura or her poise, she exuded a calm, calculated, dangerous presence like a poisonous flower.
Beautiful yet deadly.
Behind her emerged another figure with flamboyant steps.
Dressed in motley colors of deep crimson and violet, bells hung from his horn tips and jingled every time he moved.
With pointy shoes and that ridiculous appearance, the identity of the figure was obvious.
A mid-ranking demon, Jester-Jester.
The Jester-Jester bowed theatrically towards Astaroth.
