Mark opened his eyes slowly and the first thing he noticed was that he was in complete darkness.
"Ughh… my head hurts," said Mark as he blinked to adjust his vision.
Then he looked down at his own body and noticed that he was completely naked.
"'...Here again,'" he said to himself while getting to his feet. "'Seriously?'"
He stood there for a moment, looking around as if expecting something to happen.
"'I hope this doesn't become a habit...'" he muttered, running a hand across his face.
Then a voice sounded behind him.
"Well, darling," said the voice with a sweet and playful tone. "Don't you like this place?"
Mark recognized that voice immediately, and he quickly turned to see where it was coming from.
And there she was.
The Demon Lord was sitting on an enormous throne that definitely wasn't there last time.
She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, her elbow resting on the armrest and her cheek resting on her hand.
