Darius

Darius, the demon lord, stands outside on his balcony outside his room, staring at the demonic city below. He grins as he thinks of his plans to spread his evil, but he also seems to be pondering about something. A mate. He would need a demon mate both as a way to gain more power, as well as a companion. He would especially need a mate if he wanted to start a family later on in life. Suddenly, he heard a noise from the shadows of his room. Hello? is someone there?