A Dangerous Place Part 11

Hidden in the shadows, Asher listened carefully as the maids greeted each king by name out of respect.

Their voices echoed softly, each name spoken with reverence, a constant reminder of the power these beings wielded.

This made it easy for him to learn who they were.

'None of them noticed me. Good.'

He watched as they took their seats, settling near the far end of the table where the head of the family was meant to sit.

Looking closer, the demon lords resembled humans on the surface, blending in at first glance.

Only small details set them apart—some with a single horn protruding from their forehead, others with patches of scales running down their arms or across their backs.

A few wore their differences with pride, the scars of battle etched into their flesh or the faint shimmer of magic marking their skin.

Their eyes, sometimes glowing too brightly or shimmering in unnatural colors, hinted at their extraordinary power.