"Why are you fretting so much?" I inquired of the demon as he circled me, assessing whether my appearance was suitable for an audience at the palace.
"I am not worried," Trion lied. "I just don't think you are ready to leave this place and go out there."
He brought me this dress this morning. Like countless others in the wardrobe, it fitted me flawlessly. The black silk was lavishly decorated with glistening onyx beads strung on golden chains, which wove around my bodice and arms in an elaborate design. To my astonishment, the dress was quite decent. I could envision myself donning something like this back in my world. Perhaps for a funeral, but still...
I suppose demons adopted human fashion trends. Reflecting on it now, it wasn't unexpected. After all, many of them spent the majority
