Seraphis' Doubts

The underworld was darker than usual, as if it reflected the mood of its king. Seraphis walked through the corridors of his castle, surrounded by black stone walls and shadows that moved like living beings around him. Darkness had always been his companion, his oldest ally. But recently, it had begun to weigh on him in a different way. He, the demon king, had ruled the depths with an iron hand, never hesitating to use his power to subdue and dominate. However, since his last battle with Elysiel, something inside him had changed—and that change tormented him every moment.