Lucian stood silently, facing the boy in white.
The snowy hair, the unnerving black eyes with white pupils, and the quiet smile that never touched his lips all made Lucian's instincts scream at him to run.
The boy tilted his head, and then he spoke.
"I am Belphegor, Demon King of Sloth."
Lucian's heart thudded at the name. The moment the words left Belphegor's lips, the system chimed in his head, its voice echoing with a cold precision.
[Mission parameters updated.]
Lucian wanted to pull up the window, to see exactly what changed, but he knew better than to let his guard drop in front of someone like this.
A Demon King was not the kind of opponent one could afford to ignore for even a second.
Belphegor gave a faint chuckle, his tone lazy, almost amused.
"Relax. I didn't come here to fight. I came to propose something."
Propose?
