Duke Paimon sat beside Astaroth, his brown striped robe draped loosely over his shoulders and his hood lowered to reveal his face.
At first glance, he looked remarkably human, with the features of a tiger subtly incorporated into his appearance. His striped ears, short snout, and thick mustache gave him an unusual charm, but there was nothing particularly intimidating about his demeanor.
For someone who commanded the loyalty of an ancient, high tier blood race and held the title of Duke, he appeared almost disarmingly humble. He carried none of the arrogance Damian had come to expect from the nobility of the Underworld.
"I watched your battle against Lazarus with my lovely daughter, sire. I must say, she fell for you in an instant. I told her I would come here to confirm you are truly the man we saw on the screen, and that seems to be the case," Paimon said with a hearty laugh.
