Sixteen hours ago.
Demon World, Necaris.
Beneath a sky dense with thunderclouds, the Demon King Palace appeared and disappeared like a phantom shrouded in fog.
A winding path cut through the front plaza of the Demon World, leading directly to the castle's massive doors.
Inside the Throne Hall of the Demon King Palace.
"Um..."
Hyperion slowly awoke from her slumber, releasing a weary sigh.
Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, softly covering her black gauze dress, the hem fluttering gently at the foot of the throne.
At that moment, her amber eyes no longer masqueraded as human, but had reverted to their true demonic form, her hair not merely tied with ribbon, feeling the cool touch of the jewels of the Demon World.
Hyperion looked up dazedly, finding herself seated on a majestic throne.