At the furthest end of the boss arena, atop the tallest and brightest mountain of gold, perched a simple wooden chair. It was hardly a throne, more suitable for the type of chair a night guard would find himself sleeping in when he was supposed to be guarding.
But from the sheer regal presence and glamour of the environment, and of the demon sitting upon that chair, it seemed like a humble throne surrounded by the vast hordes of wealth.
Skin of glimmering gold, two large and twisting horns of shimmering silver and eyes that did not just look like, but where actually formed from, ruby's. That was the form of the demon sitting atop this humble throne, and it was a form that Belladonna recognised.
Beneath the wealth and the gold, lay the powerful and domineering body of an Amodite. The type of demon that had strong, brick-like upper bodies and powerful, digitigrade legs that were primed to pound like a true predator.
