Theron sat in Urong's private quarters. Though, they were now his.
The entire decor was a mixture of grey slate, black marble, and crimson rubies. Honestly… Theron felt that it was a bit tacky. The Demon Duke had not the slightest flair for design at all.
Theron wouldn't exactly call himself an expert, but he had a propensity for keeping his living spaces very clean and tidy, and a lot of the time aesthetics and function went hand in hand. There was something beautiful about the feng shui of a place designed to make your life easier.
Maybe if he cared enough, he would have had this place renovated into something that didn't feel like a gothic angsty teen's wet dream.
'Actually…'
Theron smiled. It was easier done than said to him these days, now wasn't it?
His Primordial Earth bloomed and the world shook around him. Then, sigils and glyphs began to dance in the air.
