>>6086349>>6086667>>6086688>>6086878>>6087461https://files.catbox.moe/uhtf42.mp3Whiskers twined around your legs. Resolving to trust the Demon King at his word, you stooped low and extended your hands towards the cat. Despite the armoured attire and the demonic miasma clinging to your garments, Count Whiskers recognised you. He scaled onto your leather-clad palms and rested his chin upon your wrist. Cradling him against your chest, you approached the Demon King. Whiskers’ stared at the king of demons and bared his fangs.
Lifting his hand above the cat, the Overlord traced a jagged sigil, the flickering pink-hued glow glinting in the depths of his and Whisker’s eyes. Rather than slamming it downwards, as he did with those on the floor, he let it drift down softly like a falling snowflake. You held Whiskers in a tight embrace, as he eyed the rune as thought it were a bird.
The rune alighted upon his fur, burrowing into it like a mite. Whiskers’ eyes widened, and he struck out with his claw at the Demon King. The ‘royal one’ showed little concern, with enough safe distance between them, meeting the cat’s gaze without flinching. He widened his fingers, and the magic began to weave its hold, lavender streaks cascading over Whiskers like slivers of sunlight.
Whiskers neither recoiled nor hissed: it seemed like the magic was not causing him any physical pain. From the roots of his fur, a black ripple burgeoned, hastily turning the white coat into a chaffed black one. Like a sunset sky, his pupils seared and bleed from pristine blue to crimson red. Whisker’s tongue stretched out, splitting at the end into a serpentine fork. Barbed spines sprouted around his neck, forming a collar-like ring. Flanking the rune were folded leathery wings pressed against the shoulders, the fur covering their tender membranous bones.
“You won’t be an eyesore,” the Demon King said, retracting his hand and stepping away. He then turned towards the entrance of his chamber, resting a hand against the stone-lined doorway.
Uncertain, you lifted Whiskers by his armpits, the Count looking back at you with his new red eyes. He playfully tapped your visor with his paw, seemingly still recognising you. Phew.
“I’ll draft you and the rest of the haunted armours a directive, that you’ll deliver, as well as the map of where their enclave is.” He stated, matter of fact. “Whether the human’s thrall chooses to accompany you or stays, concerns me not.”
Before entering, he paused. “When last did you seen Miranna?”
> Tell him that your memory is a haze and you can’t remember much of anything. Perhaps several days ago?> Inform the Demon King that you have seen her just recently, and she was on her way to meet up with him.> Tell the Demon King that you saw her earlier today at her chambers, and that she flew away to somewhere> [Write In] 