Unable to let even a second go to waste, Asmodeus took flight.
His powerful blood wings cut through the air, flinging his body flawlessly onto the main palace ramparts. He felt the cold stone beneath his bare feet as the marble cracked from the sheer force of his landing.
"As subtle as ever."
Asmodeus lifted his head.
Serena stood beneath the archway leading into the upper palace halls, or rather, their shared bedroom, with one hand resting against the frame while the other gathered the edge of her long military gown.
'Serena?'
So she had been waiting.
The sight immediately made him suspicious.
Her robes were unmistakably formal at first glance, black and silver fabric fitted closely around her waist before falling elegantly around her legs. Yet the longer he looked, the more obvious it became that this was nothing like the conservative attire she normally wore during council meetings.
The neckline plunged considerably lower.
