Small Talk

As Nyx opened the door, he was greeted by a striking figure. The maid standing before him had a pair of elegant, curved horns that jutted from her forehead, adding a touch of otherworldly allure to her appearance. Her face was delicate yet regal, with high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes were a deep violet, shimmering with an enigmatic glow, and her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back in a sleek waterfall.

"Good Morning, young master," the maid said, her voice soft and respectful. "Her Majesty awaits you in the dining hall."

Nyx nodded, trying to mask his surprise at her ethereal beauty. "Thank you," he replied, his voice steady.

As they walked through the lavish corridors, the maid led the way with a graceful yet purposeful stride. She didn't speak much, which suited Nyx just fine; he was still processing the whirlwind of changes in his life.

The silence between them was comfortable, the only sound being their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. Finally, they reached the grand doors of the dining hall. The maid paused, turning to Nyx with a slight bow.

"Allow me, young master," she said, her hands moving gracefully to the ornate handles.

Nyx nodded, stepping aside. "Thank you," he said, maintaining his composed demeanor.

With a gentle push, the doors swung open, revealing the opulent dining hall beyond. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm, inviting light, and a long, polished table stood at the center, adorned with a sumptuous array of food.

His mother, the demon queen, sat at the head of the table, her eyes lighting up as she saw Nyx enter. "Ah, Nyx, you are just in time," she greeted, her voice filled with warmth. "Come, join me for dinner."

As Nyx settled into his seat at the dining table, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the spread laid out before him. The dishes were a colorful array of delicacies, each one more tempting than the last. His mother watched him with a fond smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Does everything look to your liking, Nyx?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Nyx nodded eagerly, his mouth already watering at the sight and aroma of the food. "It looks amazing, Mother. I can't wait to dig in."

The queen chuckled softly, reaching for a platter of roasted vegetables. "I'm glad to hear it. I had the chefs prepare all your favorites."

Nyx's eyes lit up with excitement as he surveyed the dishes before him. "You remembered all of them?" he asked, feeling a rush of gratitude.

His mother nodded, her smile warm and indulgent. "Of course, my dear. I wanted this meal to be special for you."

Nyx couldn't help but feel touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Mother. I appreciate it more than words can say."

With that, they began to eat, savoring each bite with relish. Nyx couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed a meal so much, every flavor bursting on his tongue like a symphony of taste.

"It's been too long since we've had a meal like this together," she remarked, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

Nyx nodded in agreement, his expression softening with affection. "Indeed it has, Mother. But I'm grateful for this moment we have now."

His mother smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart at his words. "Me too, Nyx. Me too."

As Nyx finished his meal, his mother invitated to her private chambers. With a gentle smile, she gestured for him to follow her.

As they entered her room, Nyx was immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of comfort and familiarity. The room exuded his mother's scent, a delicate blend of floral and earthy notes that filled the air with a sense of warmth and tranquility.

The furnishings were elegant yet understated, with plush cushions and soft fabrics inviting him to relax and unwind. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting a gentle illumination that highlighted the intricate details of the decor. Everywhere he looked, Nyx could sense the love and care that had gone into creating this sanctuary, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.

His mother smiled at him, her eyes shining with warmth. She patted the space next to her on the bed. "Come, sit with me for a while. We can talk and enjoy each other's company."

Nyx eagerly joined her, sinking into the soft cushions with a contented sigh. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he settled in beside his mother, the worries and stresses of the day melting away in her presence.

As they sat together, his mother gently asked Nyx if he wanted to begin cultivating, offering her assistance. Nyx shook his head with a smile, saying he wanted to spend time with her today. He promised to start cultivation tomorrow.

His mother's face lit up with joy at his words. She had missed spending time with him, especially since he hadn't been able to interact much due to his condition. Knowing that he wanted to be with her now filled her heart with happiness.

After spending some quality time together, the evening began to approach. Nyx bid his mother farewell and made his way back to his room. She also had some tasks to attend to, so they parted ways.

As Nyx returned to his room, he collapsed onto his bed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.