"My Lord, it seemed that we have a visitor."
In the throne room of the UnderWorld, there sat a tall man with two twisted, in cinder, horns pointing upwards. There was a huge frown plastered on his face, revealing two sharp fangs.
"A visitor?"
His voice was husky and deep. In front of him, kneeling down in respect was a humanoid three-headed crow in a military general outfit.
"Yes, My Lord." with a thin voice, the humanoid three-headed crow replied.
"Hm, how many years has it been?"
The 'Lord' restlessly tapped his foot onto the floor.
"It's been three millennia, My Lord, if I'm correct."
"Three millennia… this… who is the visitor?"
"My Lord, the visitor is wearing a familiar Unrecognizable Cloak. It seemed to be the cloak that you bought for Miss Megaera, however, she had been home since days ago and have never left her room with the rest of her sisters… as usual."
It was strange for a frowning man to frown even further but it occurred.