Bored

Long dark hair cascaded like a waterfall of shadow around her elegant yet deadly figure, and her presence alone exuded an oppressive aura that could crush weaker beings into oblivion.

Her slender fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest, the sharp claws clicking rhythmically as she awaited news from her subordinates.

At her feet knelt several demon generals, each clad in dark, twisted armor that pulsed faintly with an ominous red glow.

"Have you discovered the source of that anomaly yet?" Vepar's voice was chillingly calm, yet filled with a barely restrained fury. "I felt a disturbance from Zorathal. A ripple, subtle yet unmistakable."