The voice of Primordial Demon was like a velvet knife in the dark, filled with endless mysteries and dark delight. Rowan paused. He had long been expecting interruptions to his exploits, but he believed that they would most likely be coming from Primordial Life. He was greatly surprised that, instead, it was coming from the darkness, which meant it was a Primordial Demon.
His suspicion was confirmed when two figures appeared before him, and for a moment, Rowan thought he had been taken back in time, and a part of him nearly smiled, but he shook his head in sadness.
Of course, life could never be so simple. The two figures with long white hair and profound powers rippling around them could not be the impressive pair of father and daughter, but something more sinister, a Demon wearing the skin of a man.
