"Who are you really?" Remu asked, her voice quieter now, trailing behind him like a shadow. "What are you?"
The man didn't stop walking. His coat swayed behind him with each step, boots hitting the wet concrete of the warehouse exit in slow, deliberate rhythm.
"I'm a high-ranking demon," he said casually, like he was talking about the weather. "Royal, to be precise. Son of the progenitor of the succubi and incubi."
He paused just outside, letting the city's cold wind hit his face. The neon lights reflected faintly off the puddles at his feet. Then he glanced over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, bored. "In your terms, I'm the Demon King of Lust."
Remu froze.
He turned fully toward her now, tilting his head slightly, like he was humoring a child. "My demon name? Nah. You hear it, you die. So just call me Daniel."
Boom.
It hit her like thunder in her chest.
Her eyes widened. The color drained from her face.
A Demon King?
