Deram Hester lowered his head slightly to get under the doorframe as he stepped out of the room and found a brown-eyed man waiting in the lounge.
The dark-haired demon had his legs crossed on the centre table, a small side stool beside him holding a bowl of grapes he picked from and tossed into his mouth.
Looking up at Deram, the demon spoke.
"That didn't sound good. Let me guess, Evan Eris got to Seith, didn't he?"
Deram was silent for a moment before replying with a sigh, "That's likely the case."
Hearing that, Xolgren shrugged.
"I told you that boy was bad news. The fact that Race Rulers back home were talking about him a thousand years ago was more than enough of a red flag. And he has the same name and kind of power as a Race King who's been dead for thousands of years.
But your boss Ferrid didn't get back to you on that one, did he?"
