Adrian knelt on the cold forest floor with both hands raised above his head and his eyes squeezed shut. His entire body trembled uncontrollably while tears mixed with dirt on his face.
Yet despite kneeling, despite his body being pressed down by fear, his posture looked strangely reverent.
Meanwhile, Rin stood proudly atop Adrian's head with its tiny chest puffed outward and its tails swaying lazily behind it like a victorious beast that had just conquered something far larger than itself.
The contrast between the small fox and the completely broken demon beneath it felt absurd enough to amuse Damian.
Damian sat lazily upon the floating throne suspended in midair and crossed one leg over the other while resting his elbow against the armrest. His fingers brushed lightly across the neat layer of soft violet fur decorating the throne and his eyes narrowed slightly in appreciation.
