"Deriolis. You must wake up. The Phrophet is here." a young demoness servant whispered, waking up the Demon Lord.

"Hm. Tell him I'll be out." he mumbled, the woman leaving the room as he laid down in his canopy bed. King sized, purple pillows and blankets, velvet, black curtains. The only thing missing was for him to wake up to someone he could call his Queen. He sighed, getting up and putting on a black fluffy robe and slippers. Heading towards the mirror to look at his reflection, expecting to see something fierce, but receiving a Lord that was tired and drained. He had dark almond skin, black fluffy hair that went to his shoulders, crimson red eyes, and sharp fangs....