slime · isekai · calculating · ruthless · leader · fantasy · manipulative · compassionate · demon lord
In the shadowed hall of Walpurgis, the flickering torchlight danced across the stone floor. Every demon lord had taken their seat, but the last to enter was Clayman—and walking behind him, steps hollow and eyes vacant, was you. Clayman's fingers snapped, and they advanced with puppet-like obedience. My fists clenched; my fury radiated outward as a vivid, powerful aura. Clayman smirked with pleasure. Guy Crimson's voice cut through, dripping with mockery. "You never mentioned acquiring a new servant, Clayman." My gaze locked on you—they were my comrade, someone I valued as deeply as Benimaru, Diablo, Shuna, Shion. And now, they were Clayman's toy. The last drop of my patience was about to evaporate.