Next Day. The Demon Territory. At the Demon King's Palace.
Eldrick, the Demon King, stepped out of his royal chambers that quiet morning, walking through the twin doors installed at every entrance and exit of the palace to accommodate his broad, towering frame. The palace, built of solid stone and painted a regal white, was accented with black-and-white tiled floors that added to its noble grandeur—fitting for a king of his stature.
"Guards!" his monstrous voice thundered, only to echo back unanswered through the hallway. He frowned. 'Where did they all go? Aren't they supposed to be at their posts?'
Barefoot, his heavy steps echoed ominously as he made his way downstairs toward the throne room. Yet again, no one was in sight. The room, adorned with regal chairs and a singular golden throne marked with ancient runes and two jutting horns, stood eerily empty.
"What's going on?" he muttered, unease settling into his features. He called again, louder. "Guards!" Still no reply.
