The flapping of wings echoed sharply as the creature landed in the graveyard, disturbing the eerie silence that typically blanketed the Malevolent Dormitories—the resting place of the undead. Thick fog scattered the instant the horned being hit the ground with a thud. Around it, the graves began to stir. One by one, limbs emerged from the soil with a single purpose in their zombie minds: to admonish the intruder for disrupting their peace.
But the moment their hollow eyes met a glowing green pair, they stopped mid-rise. Those eyes symbolized one thing—the Glutton Demon Lord.
Only this time, it wasn’t the Lord himself. It was his daughter, the beloved child of Grand Duke Beelzebub, protected fiercely from the Trilateral Court by every string her father could pull.
The onlookers recoiled
