Sitting in the Cloud House, Graz'zt looked down at the fat, two-headed fish drawing closer in the distance, filled with an indescribable feeling.
He had never imagined he would live to see a day like this.
A mortal had scorned his concealment methods as too crude, then dragged him into his house.
Indeed, the pearly white cottage in the middle of this little cloud boat high above the clouds was exceptionally well concealed.
Even Graz'zt would have to expend considerable effort to find it... not that he couldn't, but it would be difficult if he wanted to avoid drawing attention to his presence.
Naturally, Graz'zt felt no warmth from the cottage's cozy, comfortable furnishings.
Demons simply lacked that sensation system.
His primary purpose in decorating his palace with such extravagant splendor was to deceive outsiders, not to satisfy his own desires.
No, that wasn't entirely true either.
At least that palace satisfied his desire to attract attention and outshine everyone else.
But if asked to explain exactly what was so wonderful about it... Graz'zt genuinely felt nothing.
So mortals' constant belief that their warmth and tenderness could soothe a demon's heart... was utterly ridiculous.
Of course, devils had invented those stories to deceive mortals in the first place. Demons had merely taken advantage of them.
Consequently, Graz'zt had seen a truly enormous variety of dwellings.
What made this house worthy of a little attention was its ability to hide by blending so naturally and harmoniously into the white clouds.
Graz'zt had always liked powerful wondrous items crafted by mages and had collected many of them.
But the real reason he sat here with his mind full of disbelief was that mortals had tossed him aside like someone utterly useless.
He, Graz'zt, Demon Prince of the Bottomless Abyss, was nothing but