[ Audience with a Demon ] || Dominus-Daemonium
Since she was travelling with Aria and her fake ‘angel’, Zora had gotten lost between dimensions quite a few times already, and still she simply could not get used to it. Who could? Until three months ago, she hadn’t even believed that such a thing was possible!
And yet, here she was; once again having stumbled into a strange world, filled with objects and beings so familiar and yet so weird. From the looks of it the brunette had somehow managed to end up in a castle on her way out of the supermarket - sometimes she really hated her fate.
Carefully and quietly the young woman made her way through the hallways, head ducked and hands brought up to her chest in a clear sign of insecurity. Hopefully the master of this place would understand her sudden appearance… that would be nice for a change.
“H-Hello…?”
As the castle was his domain since his master had been imprisoned, Ghirahim knew the halls well. The place was laced with his magic: Were one able to see the substance itself, they would see that it was worked into the walls and the floor, surrounding the windows and the doors. It acted as a way to allow the demon lord to relax and yet know what was going on around him. It was useful, he thought, and it served him well. This was his territory, and he was aware of everything that happened on its grounds. However, there was rarely any intrusion as the castle itself was of a rather intimidating nature; it exuded an aura of danger.
This was why when he sensed a presence, Ghirhaim was a little confused (albeit intrigued). He wondered who was brave enough to intrude upon his land –– he was powerful, dangerous, and he had something of a reputation amongst the beings that lived around his castle. They did not bother him, and those that dared to do so did not return (or, if they did, they were most certainly not unscathed. The only reason that he spared them was so that they could be an example, as he put it).
It was with a snap of his fingers and a shower of diamonds that he teleported to where the disturbance was, pale brow arched and a smirk twisting almost bloodless lips. ❝ Well, well, well, ❞ the demon drawled, a gloved hand resting on his hip, scarlet cloak draped about his form. ❝ What do we have here? ❞
Dark eyes observed the intruder, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he examined her. ❝ You have some gall to... simply waltz in here, girl. ❞ The last word held a certain emphasis on it, almost as if it were an insult. ❝ Do you not know who I am? ❞ The hand formerly resting on his hip rose to flick silvery hair from eyes that almost gleamed with a certain, almost dangerous, light.
