A Rogue Demon

"My Lord," a hooded demon kneeled in front of a swirling vortex. In the midst of the swirling vortex, a sinister, dark cloud-like form loomed ominously at the center of the portal. It appeared as a dense mass of inky blackness, its edges billowing and shifting as if it were a living entity within the confines of the gateway.

The cloud-like form seemed to pulse with an eerie energy, casting eerie shadows upon the surrounding darkness.

"What appears to be the problem?" the dark cloud-like object responded.

"We encountered someone who could dispel the dark matter…" the hooded demon responded.

Almost immediately, the surrounding cave grew colder. "Maledrax… you assured me that the woman who could do that had long departed the continent."

"My Lord, please let me explain." The demon named Maledrax shivered as the cold touched his skin. Human skin is considered very fragile, and Maledrax abhorred it. However, in the end, becoming one of them was part of his mission.

"Speak…."