King Davyd

Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth

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The boy smiled mischievously or playfully at the same time, they were never sure. The moment he uttered the word ‘Pride’, it rang loud in Dreygo’s ear. The strongest of Kragus’ demon Lords was now sitting in their midst, but seemingly unhostile. But he could not rely on what he could see, as demons were always tricksters in nature.

He held his sword’s handle, his fingers fumbling through the pommel. Dreygo had no backup. Elaine was in grave danger. He held his weapon strong and lifted sheepishly from the ground. He hesitated not to provoke the Demon Lord, hoping that maybe he just came here to talk. He felt no immensity of the Demon Lord’s aura as a Demon Lord emanates it when engaging in a fight.

“Are you ok there, my friend?” Pride said.

His mild eyes pierced indescribably toward Dreygo’s skull. The horrors they brought were immeasurable even with only a young and innocent boy sitting in front of their presence. Such discomfort had visite