The heavy air of the Underworld seemed to vibrate with an almost palpable energy. In the depths of the great centers of Abbadon, the infernal capital, crowds spread through the dark and winding streets, lit by flickering flames and lanterns made of bones.
It was the beginning of Walpurgis, the great banquet of the Demon Kings. And it couldn't be any other way, everything was joyful, the first in many, many years!
Among the mass of hooded figures and masked faces, Roxanne moved with calculated steps, her perfect disguise hiding her as just another shadow among the shadows. The black fabric that covered her body was adorned with subtle details of bloody runes, a touch that only those who were attentive would notice.
Why was she hiding? Well, she needed to buy a few things, and it wouldn't be cool if the demons saw one of the Demon Princesses walking freely in all this chaos. It would cause quite a stir!
