Raman walked through the hallway that led to the hall where the meeting between the witches and demons was about to take place with Oliver trailing behind him.
"Raman..."
Raman immediately halted in his tracks and turned around.
He just heard his name, someone was calling out to him.
"What's wrong my Lord? What happened?" Oliver asked in curiosity and turned around as well.
"Did you hear that voice?" Raman asked.
"No I didn't, what voice?" Oliver asked in curiosity.
"Don't worry, never mind. Let's go." Raman turned around with the attempt of airing up to the hall.
"Raman..."
Raman's eyes immediately turned red on hearing that voice for the second time.
He knew this voice, it belonged to a female.
His demon began to crawl out, his fangs immediately elongated, his fingernails immediately turned to claws.
He knew his voice anywhere, this voice belonged to the one person who could wake his demon just by the sound of her voice whenever she's in trouble.