Elder Haron scoffed, shoulders stiff with annoyance. "Lord, nowadays you contradict our decisions openly. Are we here only for show?"
Dante tilted his head slightly, a smirk stretching across his lips, the kind that made the shadows behind him ripple.
"If you're upset," he said softly, "I am very happy to accept your resignation. I can hire younger, sharper, and far more optimistic demons in your place. Demons who can adapt without crying every five minutes."
Haron immediately shut his mouth and stared at the table.
Roman cleared his throat again, refusing to back off. "Let's not divert from the main issue. Lord, if you like that human, fine. If she's just for… desire, it's acceptable. You have been absent from such matters your whole life. But for your mate—your wife—you should choose someone with proper status. A human is—"
He didn't finish.
He couldn't.
Because the entire hall dropped into a suffocating silence the moment Dante's expression changed.
