The pressure in the air seemed to be rising. It had been five minutes since Thomirchotch and Caeli had entered the huge room. And neither of the kings presents seemed to be interested in starting a conversation. Doknel at that time was avoiding looking the human directly in the eye, Ukothri was giving him gentle caresses on the back, and Tuldirm... He hadn't even turned his eyes to the brunette, or even Tom.
On the part of the newcomers, Caeli was certainly intimidated. After all that had happened those days… She couldn’t look neither Ukothri nor Doknel in the face, especially the last named, from whom she had snatched - although it had not been intended - his successor.
Tom, on the other hand, was simply holding Caeli with some strength, he noticed the discomfort in the air, and they knew that everyone was dissatisfied. And since no one broke the tension, the demon with black hair and green eyes knew he had to be the first to talk.