Chapitre 165: The Last Wish

The dining hall echoed with another wave of bewildered gasps as Amarath, the demonic judge well-known amongst every single dweller of the underworld, stepped inside the room, his long, silk robe flowing with every step he took, shimmering under the dimmed candlelight with dozens of embers that surrounded his entire body as if it was on fire. 

Asmodeus's handsome face darkened as the arrival of an unexpected guest clearly ruined his fun. Struggling to maintain his composure, his black eyebrows twitched as if they were tugged by invisible strings, while his trembling lips curled into a fake smile as he said,

"Welcome to my gathering, Amarath. How can I help you this wonderful night? Would you like to join our festivities?"