Chapter 95: Midnight Shadows and Firelit Revelries
The moon hung low in the blackened sky, silver light spilling across jagged rooftops and glinting against the curling spires of the demon king's castle. Zorathys stood on the highest rooftop, his body wrapped in the soft folds of pyjamas, a sleeping hat perched crookedly on his head.
The pyjamas were decorated with printings of himself sleeping in the air with his body pillow.
The pyjamas had been a gift from one of the demons in the realm, and he liked it a lot. It was comfortable to sleep in.
One hand clutched his enormous body pillow, its fabric slightly rumpled from his nightly affection, while his legs were adorned in fuzzy slippers that slid slightly against the slanted roof tiles. A yawn, loud and unabashed, escaped him, echoing across the night.
His long black hair streamed behind him, twisting with the wind as if alive, the faint red glint of his earrings catching the moonlight and swaying with every gust.
