113: Forget the bad feeling

"Who me? I'd never do something like that," the demon King stepped forward. "What is it you are accusing me of again?" he asked. 

Archidius narrowed her eyes at him. Not being fooled in the slightest by the playful nature the demon king was putting on. 

He poured more milk on his body, the pink petals stuck to his skin as he washed his body. Archidius found it relaxing to soak his body in milk after the day he had. 

"Are you seriously going to ignore me?" Soren asked with a pout. Archidius saw the fake Soren looking back at him. He gasped. 

Archidius was traumatized by the hundreds of years that the faceless demon toyed with him. He tried to focus on the demon king and forgot the monster. However, it proved more difficult than he anticipated. 

"I can't look at you without seeing him," Archidius confessed. The image of the impostor was haunting his mind.