Demon Lord
"He's mine. No doubt about it,"
"Are you sure?" Luna asked as a chilling sensation shot through the air, and a pair of dim purple eyes landed on the back of my head.
"It's been a while. I didn't think you'd come down here so soon… so, what's with the occasion?" The man asked as I slowly turned around, attempting to keep a solid and cold expression on my face.
"You're the occasion. You all are the reason we're down here, so don't go asking me when you planned this out,"
The man lightly smiled at me before gazing over my friends and then walking back to the group of high-tier demi-humans that he had been conversing with.
"God, that scared me," Findir muttered as he let out a long sigh of relief.
Everybody else realized they hadn't been breathing as well, so they immediately began to take in short gasps of air.