She is weird

In the hell regions, inside the demon's kingdom, a man sat on the throne looking at his subordinates as they gave him reports of what was happening in the dark world all around them.

"And they want our assistance this time, lord," the subordinate ended his report.

The man on the throne leaned back in his seat before humming vaguely.

"Is that so?" He said to no one in particular before turning to his left where his most trusted subordinate was standing.

"Make the arrangements," His voice was deep, curt, and precise.

The subordinate bowed in front of his lord.

"My lord, there is news of infiltration in the red mountain regions," The subordinate and the man turned their heads towards him, his red eyes dripping with evilness.

"Dark witches?" The man asked, and the subordinate looked at the entrance of the throne room.