A Worried Demon King

Meanwhile, in the castle of Midland, the war council was getting ready for the night to begin. Mephiles was sitting down on his favorite chair in the library, and he was staring at the fireplace next to his paintings. For a few seconds, Mephiles’s mind was set on other things; one of them was on his own daughter. His daughter and wife were the only things in his life that he cared about more than his own generals. He sat down and thought about all the good times he used to have with them before the darkness overtook his soul.