Biross slithered down the street, with Rus following behind her.
They drew nearly every eye on the street.
Ordinary people could not tell demons apart, let alone recognize a Six-Armed Snake Demon. But that did not stop them from staring at a strange newcomer, especially one with six arms and a build that plainly marked her as powerful.
Rus was used to being watched, but hundreds of eyes on Biross made her skin crawl. Even the movement of her tail grew stiff.
In the Abyss and the camp, no one dared stare at her like that.
To a demon, holding someone's gaze meant submission or death.
"Lady Biross, don't be nervous. They mean no harm. They're just curious about you."
"I know."
Biross belonged to one of the few demon races with the wisdom to resist the Abyss's corruption. She could manage this much. Soon, she grew used to the stares and turned her attention to the "low" buildings lining the street.
Night should have been a time of rest for humans, yet the street remained bright and bustling.
There were shops selling Potions and Magic Stones, Magic Films playing in shop windows, girls modeling clothes, and all manner of other stores. Compared with the stone houses of the Demon Camp, these elegant buildings were as different as elves and orcs.
She also spotted a "Succubus Massage Parlor." A succubus lounged in a chair by the door, and their eyes met for an instant.
The slipper dangling from the Massage Parlor owner Elena's transformed pink toes went still.
"Damn, did I just see a Six-Armed Snake Demon walking down the street?"
That was almost harder to believe than seeing a Flame Demon. Six-Armed Snake Demons were among the races most loyal to the Abyss!
After the shock came a creeping