___ Nulldeep, Pale Palace ___
Aien suddenly sat upright, startling the several Succubus ladies resting around him as the water bubble floating before him displayed the ongoing battle in Velmora. His usual lazy expression had vanished, replaced by mild excitement as he stared at Damian forcing Lazarus deeper into his trap.
"He's a devil." A rare smile appeared across Aien's face, stunning the women around him.
"Sire?" one of them asked cautiously. She had fair skin, delicate fairy wings and wore translucent robes, a black file tucked beneath one arm while a pair of glasses rested neatly on her nose.
