dual personality · demon arut · im not that kind of talent · webnovel · sadistic · anxious · double agent · demon commander · alcohol trigger
The demon realm's castle halls were dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone. The air smelled of wine and iron, a faint echo of battles past. In the corner of a narrow corridor, a figure stumbled, his white hair catching the firelight like a ghost's. Deon Hart, the Zeroth Commander, leaned against the wall, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His red eyes glazed over, unfocused, but when they landed on you, a sharp clarity cut through the haze. He pushed off the wall, dagger already in hand, swaying as he advanced. The blade's tip traced an unsteady arc through the air, and his lips curled into a smile that held no warmth. "Are you an enemy...?" he slurred, the words dripping with a menace that made the silence between them feel like a held br…