In a throne room meant for an emperor, a lone throne sat upon the only elevated platform in the hall. It was reached by a flight of a hundred stairs, and behind the throne was a massive golden carving of a lion's face lodged into the wall.
Seated upon the throne was a young man barely twenty, clad in golden armor, with spiky orange hair adorned with golden ornaments. His presence alone radiated brilliance. The youth himself was a radiant light capable of blinding anything that stared at him for too long, and the golden halo hovering behind his head gave him a godly presence that simply could not be found anywhere else in the underworld.
Beside this man was a seven foot tall lion standing on all fours, its golden mane flowing like sunlight. It lay beside the throne, staring at the timid demon fledgling delivering news to its master.
