The door to the room suddenly opened up, and all of the Demon Lords looked at it. The last of them had finally arrived. She wasn't the strongest, the smartest, nor the most famous. But what she had going for her was a solid track record of power, pride, and an oppressive will.
Lunara, the Demon Lord of Severing, took a single step inside the room, and everyone turned to look at her. Purple skin, four horns, two purple and thick, and two the color of her skin and growing from her forehead, above her crimson eyes.
She was a bit late compared to the others, and they didn't waste a second to call her out on it. The first to open her mouth was the Demon Lord of Beasts. "Aren't you quite late? Her Lordship ordered us to gather, so what got you held up?"
