The North Lords

"Then let's pay The Dark Lord a visit," Daemon said. He fiddled with a knife while thinking. He needed to do something, something to show his victory over Gregory.

Since Gregory wants to win the support of the north demon lords, fine. He'll beat him to them first. Anything that Gregory wants he will take it first. He'll be sure to piss that motherfucker to death.

Mighell stood in front of him, scratching his head. "Are you sure, my lord?" He was hesitant.

"Why are you so scared of him?" He glanced at Mighell who had a timid look. Mighell was never one to be timid. He was Daemon's most capable assistant and right hand man. He had a fairly high position which gives him fame, status and power equivalent to a lord.

"My lord! That man is really scary. I couldn't bring myself to meet him. Let alone talk with him," Mighell lowered his voice on the last part of his words, afraid to disappoint Daemon more.

That scary, huh? He wondered. He must have a reputation that caused fear to everyon