The Seer Wants A dragon

Joyous chatter filled the room as various demons drank and danced, a wave of relief having gushed over them. It was a party hosted by the Demon King to celebrate the Seer's recovery. Most of the demons were only concerned about the dead demon hunter and wanted to make sure the Seer knew how much they appreciated him taking care of the problem.

It wasn't a large gathering, but it was a party indeed, thrown by none other than royalty. Small as it was, it befitted the status of a king. The Demon King loved throwing parties, always on the hunt for an excuse to celebrate.

"There he is, my favorite human!" the Demon King waved from a distance, trying to catch the Seer's attention.

The demons surrounding the Seer to shake his hand and congratulate him quickly dissipated—no one wanted to get on the King's bad side, after all.

The Seer solemnly walked up to the Demon King, who looked as joyous as always.