The Demonion Gaiden had begun. Not a story of conquest. Not yet.
"Drinking again, my lord?" a soft, chittering voice whispered. Demonion Gaiden 01
He reached out. The bone did not burn him. It fused. The ichor crawled up his arm, and for the first time in ten years, the broken horn on his head began to glow. The Demonion Gaiden had begun