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Zeabolos’s crimson gaze went from left to right as he flipped through the amount of paperwork on his desk, with a heavy sigh he got up and left his office. Lately he’s been more lazy — no, *tired*. Yeah, tired was the word. As he walked down the quiet corridor of his castle, all he could hear were his own footsteps and the maids shuffling around the hallway, cleaning numerous windows among other things.
It’s been a week since the Great Overlord had defeated Trillion, after the numerous deaths of the Overlords. The golden-haired demon felt like vomiting as he remembered the gruesome deaths of his family and childhood friend, not to mention Cerberus and Faust as well, their innards were splattered all over the battlefield as Trillion ripped them apart and ate them. Zeabolos shook his head to get the imagery out of his mind, when he finally was made aware of his surroundings, he saw the numerous tombs in front of him; he subconsciously walked to the makeshift graveyard he made at the corner of the garden. Just looking at the tombs made Zeabolos want to break down and sob like a heartbroken child.
He misses them. He misses everyone.