What did he just say? The demon king of Maledictus?
Serein was lowered until her eyes were level with Deimos's. That acrid, metallic scent, the one that always lingered in dungeons, grew heavier the closer she got, thick enough to smother the trace of cologne that clung to his body.
That smell, despite how many years had passed, still turned Serein's stomach.
She raised a hand to cover her nose, frowning as she studied him. His eyes glowed red and sharp as molten metal; a pair of black horns curved back from his temples. Faint scales shimmered under his skin in the lamplight. Black mist swirled around him, pulsing like something alive.
He truly looked like a demon crawled straight out of hell.
But Serein lived in a world too ruined for faith. She didn't believe in gods. And she certainly didn't believe in devils.
Her gaze dropped to the black haze coiling around her body. It looked exactly like the vapor seeping out of the armor of the Hellforged Knights she'd fought before.
