“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Seth turned to find a young woman seated across form him at his corner booth in the student lounge, blue eyes matching her glacial glare. At first he was surprised by her abrupt presence but then he recognized her. The demoness of wrath. The beasts’ favored. Despite taking on a human form, he had to admit that she hadn’t strayed far from her natural face, though without her horns it had taken a moment to place her. With her sultry, unimposing appearance, she was living proof that looks can be deceiving. “How can I help you, Ira?” he wondered, forcing a casual smile.
“You’ve been following the King.”
Brazen of her to call him such and in a manner that suggested he held that title over everyone. “King, you say. Is that what he’s calling him
