GOOD NIGHT, NERO

"SO, that's the Death's Scythe, huh?" Emperor Nikolai commented while looking at the scythe (small version) in Neoma's hand. "It's quite adorable."

Neoma laughed at her Papa's sarcasm. "It just shrunk, Papa," she said while pointing at Skewer that she just put in the center of the long table. She didn't call him 'Papa Boss' because they were in the conference room with Trevor, Duke Quinzel, Sir Glenn, and Saint Zavaroni. "Skewer used to be really huge and scary."

The gentlemen room in the room looked confused.

"The Moon Princess renamed the Death's Scythe 'Skewer,'" Trevor said while shaking his head. "She's also forcing the Death Scythe to turn into pink."

She lowkey glared at the talking damned book. Snitch.

Trevor just raised a brow at her, complete with his annoying smirk.

Gosh, she didn't know why but even though the demon was in his child form now, she still could see his adult (and devilishly sexy) form.