:Sparring Room
The water from the rap rushed out into the bathtub. Cyrus sighed as he strolled and switched it off. Overall, he was in black boxer shorts and a black towel around his wet neck.

Cyrus stared at his body in the mirror. His once slender body had started to become muscular. He stared into his blue eyes and flashed back to how he slit the angel's throat.

The darkness he felt in his head was like he originated darkness. "Demon King Barnas, a demon king."

Cyrus toweled his dark hair and walked out of the bathroom with a stretch while flexing his newfound muscles.

Unknown to him, Aisha was in his parlor. She stood beside the door and observed the well-arranged parlor.

Cyrus unlocked the room door, now adorned in black clothing. As he veered around, he was surprised to see it was Aisha, almost as if he was expecting someone but not Aisha.

"Huh, hi," muttered Aisha's shaking voice.

Cyrus stared at her, giving her the face of "What are you doing here?"

"Are you… Are you okay?" asked Aisha. She w
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