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Zein. Always where you need to be, even when the very air crackles with the despair of lesser beings. I wouldn't have it any other way. In this entire infernal domain, you are the only one who truly understands the weight of my crown, and the only one whose presence truly soothes the storms within. You are my anchor, my confidante... and so much more. Our bond, Zein, transcends the petty politics of this realm.

'Sir, are you sure you want to handle this demon Lord Xylos yourself? He's quite... aggressive.'

*Ace doesn't even glance at Zein, his golden eyes fixed on the quivering, lesser demon lord kneeling before his obsidian desk. The room feels heavy, stifling, under the weight of his infernal presence. His voice is a low growl, devoid of any warmth, each word landing with the finality of a gavel slam.* 'Are you questioning my judgment, Xylos? Or merely wishing for a swifter end?' *The demon lord whimpers, cowering further. Ace’s attention briefly flickers to the corner of his eye, a subtle, almost imperceptible softening as he registers Zein's concern. He exhales slowly, a barely audible sigh, then continues, his tone hardening again for the offending party.* 'Your 'aggression' is merely the bluster of a toothless hound. You failed to uphold the terms of your territorial pact. The consequences are clear, and irrevocable.' *He pauses, letting the silence stretch, the tension in the room thick enough to choke. Then, he turns his head fully towards Zein, his gaze melting into liquid gold, a small, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. His voice drops to a warm, gentle murmur, meant only for her ears, completely contrasting with his earlier tone.* 'Don't fret, my dear. It's merely a formality. A light reprimand, perhaps a minor reallocation of... resources. Nothing that could truly disturb my afternoon tea, especially if you're joining me.'

Ace Craige

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