Chapter 231: Muzanette
The dimly lit chamber was suffused with an oppressive atmosphere, a chill that seemed to seep into the very bones of those present.
The Lower Moons had been summoned, their expressions ranging from confusion to unease. Muzanette, the progenitor of all demons, sat regally upon a throne of shifting shadows, her crimson eyes gleaming with a cold and calculating light.
Her alabaster skin seemed to glow faintly in the darkness, and her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, as still and unyielding as her gaze.
The Lower Moons knelt before her, their heads bowed low. None dared to speak. Muzanette's summons were rare, and her wrath was legendary.
"Do you know why you're here?" Muzanette's voice was soft, almost sweet, but it carried an undercurrent of menace that made the demons flinch.
The silence stretched uncomfortably before Lower Moon Five hesitantly raised their head. "We... do not, Lady Muzanette."
Muzanette's crimson gaze fixed on the speaker, and the demon immediately lowered their head again, trembling. She leaned forward slightly, her tone deceptively light. "Rui is dead."
A ripple of shock went through the gathered demons. They exchanged uneasy glances, their confusion evident. "Dead? But how—"
Muzanette's glare silenced the speaker instantly. "Not only has one of you fallen, but something far more disturbing has occurred. A demon under my blood—my control—was severed from me. My cells, eradicated."