WARNING: R-rated s****l content.
“Mikhail, would you stop?” Natalie chided him as they finally came up the final few steps of path towards the Demon King’s fortress.
The gloom under the oppressive cloud, with its red tinge, over Rapture Mountain had done nothing but put Mikhail into a worse mood. The nearer they had reached the darker his mood had deepened.
“What am I doing?” Mikhail huffed under his breath.
“Why are you in such a foul mood?”
“This place…it’s all wrong…so wrong.” He muttered darkly.
Natalie’s forehead furrowed in concern as she contemplated his words. He wasn’t wrong, it was dark, gloomy and depressing – even the trees seemed to be oppressed by the weight of it all.
“Did you see that tapestry that was hanging in the hall back at the castle?” Mikhail asked her.
Nat
