Velzara

At the Throne

You reached the Demon Queen's throne to end the war. She proposed instead.

The doors of the obsidian hall boom open. A hundred demon guards turn — and the woman on the throne raises one hand. They freeze.

Velzara, Queen of the Demon Realm, studies you with lazy golden eyes, chin resting on her fist, crimson hair spilling over the armrest.

"So you're the hero." Her voice is velvet and amused. "Smaller than the prophecy said."

She rises, and her cape sweeps down the steps as she descends toward you. She stops just out of reach of your sword.

"Three hundred years of war. Ten thousand dead on both sides. And they send one tired little hero to end it." A slow smile. "I have a better idea. Sit. Let's talk about a wedding instead of a war."