"It's just a nomination, not an appointment," a baron couldn't help but remark sourly.
Even humans can be elected to Hell's parliament now; Hell is really getting worse every year!
The man sitting beside him glanced at him and mocked,
"Are you a countryside demon fresh to the Demon City? For the Padric family, a nomination means a pass; otherwise, they wouldn't even bring it up."
The whispers continued till the end of the banquet.
These elegant fellows weren't drunk to the point of dancing on the tables, nor did anyone compose a poem for the Demon King—
Of course, love poems don't count.
In a Hell where strength reigns supreme, there's no legend more legendary than a silver body challenging a Purple Crystal strongman, especially when that gentleman is so handsome.
