Shit. Dove doesn't dare take her eyes off of him, but she doesn't look too surprised, either.
The angles headed to unbind him stop dead in their tracks as Zaveid takes care of it himself.... accidentally. One of them takes a few slow steps back and returns to his seat, while the other, much braver or just unperturbed, steps forward to remove the remains of the shackles.
There's a roll of confusion as Dove motions to the chair directly mirroring hers. The Demon King's display of strength is shocking.... but he doesn't look he way it seems most of them might have imagined.
"At your leisure, my Lord," the archangel adds, more a stab at her Council than anything. How dare they drag him here and expect peace-
no subject
The angles headed to unbind him stop dead in their tracks as Zaveid takes care of it himself.... accidentally. One of them takes a few slow steps back and returns to his seat, while the other, much braver or just unperturbed, steps forward to remove the remains of the shackles.
There's a roll of confusion as Dove motions to the chair directly mirroring hers. The Demon King's display of strength is shocking.... but he doesn't look he way it seems most of them might have imagined.
"At your leisure, my Lord," the archangel adds, more a stab at her Council than anything. How dare they drag him here and expect peace-