Gray pushed open the ornate double doors to his father's private quarters without hesitation.
Creack...
The heavy doors creaked loudly as they swung inward, revealing a lavishly decorated chamber filled with antique furniture, glowing magical artifacts, and shelves lined with forbidden tomes.
But the Duke was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, three High-tier demons stood waiting for him in the center of the room, their auras leaking out with an oppressive killing intent.
They had clearly been expecting him.
The first was a giant figure with obsidian skin and burning crimson eyes, a Blood Drinker.
The second had multiple writhing tentacles and pale, sickly flesh... which meant that it was another Corruption Weaver.
The third, however, made Gray's eyes narrow slightly.
It was a woman.
Or rather, it wore the appearance of one.
A beautiful maid with long brown hair, gentle features, and a modest uniform... it was the same maid who had taken care of him during his early childhood.
