The dust had barely settled in the courtyard of the Howling Keep when a screeching alarm echoed from the highest watchtower.
"My Emperor! We have a situation!" Snark the Imp yelled, flapping his leathery wings furiously as he landed on the balcony railing.
"Speak clearly, little demon," Adonis commanded, calm and unbothered.
"Massive dust clouds on the southern horizon!" Snark squeaked in a panic. "It is Demon King Uranos! He must have heard your global broadcast! He is marching his entire Demonic Monkey Legion straight for our gates!"
Sirius let out a dramatic sigh and crossed her arms. "Uranos? That overgrown, flea-bitten furball? He always was entirely too impulsive for his own good."
"You know this king?" Adonis asked, turning his violet eyes toward the beautiful succubus.
