[Third Person's POV]
[Location: House Naberius, Fourth Hell]
Knock! Knock!
"Ah~ Ah~ AH~ P-Please. my lord~"
KNOCK! KNOCK!
A lesser demon in a butler's outfit could be seen knocking on a door from which a woman's moaning sound came out in response.
The butler's knuckles froze mid-air when the sound inside rose an octave.
He closed his eyes.
Professional. Detached. Unpaid enough for this.
"My lord…" he tried again, louder this time, forehead nearly touching the dark crimson wood. "It is urgent."
A sharp thud sounded from within, followed by muffled scrambling, fabric rustling, and a distinctly irritated male voice.
"If this is not war, the collapse of a realm, or news of Valeria, I will personally feed you to the kennels."
The butler swallowed.
The door flew open hard enough to rattle the iron hinges.
