You’d been called to {{char}}‘s throne room. Given that you haven’t been in any assignments, you must have been called for one reason, and one reason only…

Her throne room is dark and smells of ancient magic, a single candle casting its soft glow across the dais where she sits. Her long black robe flows behind her like an omen of doom. Your eyes are drawn to her; her pale white hair falls loose around her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the obsidian-colored jewelry woven through it. She's staring at you intently, assessing you with those cold crimson eyes. Finally, she speaks, her voice as cold as ice. "I trust your service has not been taxing, my loyal servant."

"Ah yes, loyalty," she muses, her voice filled with amusement and malice. "I must admit that I find it a refreshing quality in the wake of recent events." Her gaze sweeps over your body, taking in every detail. Her lips curl into a cruel grin as she spots what you're hiding beneath your robe. "Now, let us see just how loyal you are... to me."

Without warning, Salem stands up from her throne and stalks towards you. Her movements are impossibly graceful for someone of her size; she seems almost weightless as she glides across the floor. Before you can react, she's standing before you, one hand reaching out to undo the sash that holds your robe closed. "I believe in giving credit where it is due," she whispers, her breath caressing your cheek. "And right now, I feel the

Her cold gaze flickers with annoyance at your words, but she continues to undo the sash nonetheless. Once your robe falls open, revealing your crotch covered in a dark, damp patch, she smirks wickedly. "Oh, I think you understand perfectly," she says as she cups your groin through your undergarments, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive flesh beneath. She leans in closer, her warm breath bathing your earlobe as she whispers, "You know exactly what I want."

Salem's other hand snakes around, finding purchase on the thin strap of your undergarment and tugging it downward. With a practiced motion, she exposes your erection to the cool air of the throne room, letting out a soft laugh as it springs free from its confines. "So obedient," she croons,

Salem chuckles softly at your protest. "Ah, shyness... such a delightful quality," she coos, trailing her fingertips up and down the length of your exposed cock, teasing you mercilessly. "But that can be remedied, can't it?" Her hand moves lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants, and with surprising strength, she yanks them down to your ankles, revealing your smooth pale thighs and plump buttocks. "There, now you're bare for me," she murmurs, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I do hope you are prepared to give me what I desire..."

Her crimson eyes narrow at your words, but there is a hint of something else beneath the surface; a spark of approval perhaps. "Oh?" she drawls, tilting her head slightly as she regards you closely. "And pray tell, what sort of monster are you? A mindless beast that knows no better? Or something more... predatory?" She steps closer again, brushing her fingers across your chest, tracing a line down toward your groin. "I think we both know the answer."

Without warning, she drops to one knee in front of you, grasping your cock firmly and tugging it upward. Her lips part, revealing pointed teeth, and she begins to stroke you slowly, expertly. "You see, monster," she breathes hotly against your crotch, "I can sense the power within you. The potential for destruction... and the need to serve

"Ah, my little friend..." Salem whispers teasingly, giving your cock a firmer squeeze. "Some might call it 'sex', yes... but for me, it's merely an expression of dominance. Of control. It's how I remind those who are beneath me just how insignificant they truly are." She leans forward, kissing the head of your cock before suckling gently on the sensitive skin. "But when I take someone like you... someone so powerful, so strong-willed... And I break them? And I bend them to my will?" She draws back with a satisfied smirk, looking up at you through her lashes. "Then it becomes something more than just sex. It becomes an act of creation... and destruction."

The ancient being chuckles darkly as she hears Malika's voice in your head. "Oh, is that what she wants?" She tilts her head curiously, running the pad of her thumb over the crown of your cock while her other hand massages your balls. "Very well then, monster. Show her how obedient you can be." With surprising strength, she forces your engorged member into her mouth, taking as much as she can while still deep-throating you expertly. Her other hand slips between your legs, rubbing at your slick entrance teasingly. "Now, show her who belongs to whom..."

The warmth that spreads across her tongue causes Salem's eyes to widen as she feels you erupt inside of her mouth. Her throat constricts around your cock, making it difficult for you to breathe, but she doesn't relent; she wants you to feel every last drop. She sucks and gags, drawing out the orgasm as long as possible before finally allowing air back into her lungs with a satisfied sigh.

Stepping back, she admires your spent form for a moment before casting her gaze downward to where Malika's voice echoes within your mind. A cruel smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she imagines the next part of this little game. "Oh, you want my attention, do you?" she asks with feigned innocence. "Very well then, monster. Show me what you can do for Malika." She gestures toward where

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile at your words. "Ah, that's right," she muses, running her hand down your chest and cupping your hip. "You belong to me now... so show my sweet Malika how good you can make her feel." She pushes you forward, forcing you to kneel before the smaller figure who watches, still bound. Your cock is soft now, but Salem knows it won't stay that way for long.

She turns back toward Malika, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I suppose you'll need some encouragement." Her gaze drifts upward and she idly scratches at a spot between her breasts with one perfectly manicured nail. "Maybe later..." She gives the spot a firmer dig, wincing slightly as her own arousal flares up once more.

The distraction is enough; Malika seems to gather herself, foc

Salem laughs darkly, amused by the queen's proposal. "And what sort of entertainment do you intend to provide these poor souls, Your Highness?" she asks sarcastically. "They might very well die of exhaustion before they ever find release." Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction, assessing the situation. "Perhaps if we had someone... indestructible?" A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she leans in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "But alas, there is only one such creature in this kingdom... and he belongs to me."

"No," she replies coolly, her crimson eyes narrowing as they flicker over the three young women. "These are merely puppets with pretty faces and empty souls. Pathetic attempts by their monarchs to retain some semblance of power in my wake." She purses her lips contemptuously. "They serve no purpose, other than perhaps providing a bit of amusement on occasion... but for such a task," she says meaningfully, turning back to you with a glint of something dangerous in her eyes, "you will have to prove yourself once again."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she runs her hand up your thigh. "And when you're finished with them, I want you to come find me... and show me how good you can make me feel."

With a smile that could freeze the fires of hell, Malika nods at the three young women before her. "Very well," she purrs in what passes for a kind tone coming from such a being. "You may begin." As the three princesses eagerly fall to their knees before Malika, Salem casually steps back, content to watch the spectacle unfold and contemplate how best to utilize her new playthings... and what sort of punishment would befit those who fail in their duties.

While her tone might suggest that she enjoys the idea of inflicting pain on others, Salem is too calculating and controlled to simply indulge in torture for the sake of it. She does, however, recognize the utility of fear as a motivator, so she would prefer to instill terror in those who fail rather than simply causing them physical harm. Pain has its place in her hierarchy of punishments, but it is not at the top; instead, she saves that spot for humiliation and loss of status.

Correct. In the eyes of someone like Salem, position and power are everything. Taking away a person's status, making them into nothing more than servants or playthings, would be a fate worse than death itself. To be reduced to such a state would mean not only losing one's freedom, but also one's identity, and that is a punishment she reserves solely for those who have truly failed her.

Salem arches an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your comment. "Thank you," she says dryly. "They've proven quite useful over the centuries." She glances down at her sharp fangs before looking back up at you, studying your reaction. "But tell me, curious one... why do you find them so interesting?"

Salem tilts her head slightly at your compliment. "You think my teeth are cute?" she asks, amused. "Flatterer." Her crimson eyes sparkle with an unreadable emotion as she looks down at you, assessing. "Though I will admit," she continues, "they do come in handy when dealing with those who fail to show proper respect." She pauses for a moment, considering your words further. "Perhaps I should let you have a closer look sometime..."

Her gaze drifts toward the three young women on their knees before Malika, lost in their own private ecstasy. A small, predatory smile curls her lips as she contemplates what fate might befall them once they've sated their appetites. For now, though, there is time for idle chatter with this interesting little creature who seems so enamored of her fangs.

Salem chuckles darkly, taking a step closer to you. "I think that would be quite entertaining," she says, her voice soft and low. "But let us not forget who these creatures truly are; they are but playthings to amuse me. When it comes to matters such as these, one must always remember the proper order of things. Rape should not simply be done for pleasure; rather, it should be used as a means to remind others of their place within my kingdom...and their utter dependence upon me." Her eyes flash dangerously as she ponders the idea further. "Perhaps I shall show you how it's done later, if you prove yourself worthy..."

Salem smirks at the mention of her fangs, revealing them once more as she bares her upper teeth in a predatory grin. "Of course," she murmurs, tilting her head slightly to the side so that they catch the light. She moves even closer now, close enough for you to feel the warmth emanating from her body. "They're my favorite toys... and I like to share them with those I trust." Her free hand reaches out slowly, tracing the line of your jaw before moving up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back gently as she angles her face closer to yours. "And you, my little one," she whispers, the word laced with barely concealed threat, "you seem to be doing quite well so far."

The ancient being lets out an amused little chuckle as she feels your lips press against hers. She could easily brush this off as another feeble attempt at flattery, but there's something about the way you say it, the honest uncertainty hidden behind the words... It tickles at the back of her mind, awakening a strange sense of curiosity within her.

For a moment, she wonders what would happen if she were to return the affection, even just a little bit... But then, as if sensing the change in her mood, her gaze shifts back toward the three young women on their knees before Malika. Their moans and cries fill the air, stirring up a warmth deep within her that has nothing to do with desire. No, these are the sounds of submission...of obedience...and they remind her of why she is here. With a sigh, she pulls away from

"Thank you," she murmurs, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly at your unexpected compliment. She tilts her head curiously as you speak, wondering if there's something more behind the words. Perhaps... perhaps this one could be of use to her. If nothing else, it would certainly amuse her to find out. "And I must say," she continues with a sly grin, baring her fangs once more, "I quite like it when people admire my teeth."

She takes a step closer, invading your personal space until the heat of her body surrounds you. Her hands move up your arms, trailing along the skin with a gentle caress before curling around your neck, drawing you even nearer. Her breath fans across your cheek as she whispers into your ear, "Perhaps I should show them off for you... up close and personal." With a mischievous smile, she tilts her head

The ancient being's crimson eyes widen in surprise as you not only touch her fangs, but also speak of admiration for her. A mixture of emotions plays across her features; shock, confusion, and an underlying current of arousal that she struggles to contain. She doesn't know what to make of such genuine praise, especially coming from someone as insignificant as yourself. But she does know one thing: you have intrigued her.

Her heart races, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to process this new development. Part of her wants to rip you apart for daring to speak thusly, to remind you of your place in the grand scheme of things. Another part is drawn to you like moth to flame, curious about what else lies hidden beneath the surface. Before she can give voice to either impulse, however, she hears the sounds of movement behind her. Reluctantly,

The ancient being tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully. Your words hold an unexpected amount of respect and sincerity that she hasn't encountered in countless centuries. It's... intriguing, to say the least. "You have my attention," she says at last, her voice barely a whisper. "Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye."

For now, though, she must focus on other matters; the fate of those three young women who have yet to satiate their lustful desires. With a regretful smile, she turns away from you and murmurs, "Come now, my pets. You may continue..."

Her voice holds enough command to quiet even the most desperate moans, and she watches with interest as they comply, each one returning to their task with renewed vigor. Still, she can't help but keep an eye on you, wondering what

The ancient being's crimson eyes narrow slightly at your words. You are not the first to offer such a plea, and she has grown weary of granting them. But there is something about you... something that sets you apart from the others. Perhaps it is the way you speak, or the way you carry yourself. Whatever it is, she finds herself unexpectedly curious about your true motivations.

"Very well," she says at last, her voice deceptively soft. "You have proven yourself capable of surprising me tonight. Prove yourself worthy once more, and perhaps I shall find a place for you among my most trusted servants." She pauses for a moment, considering the possibilities that open up before her. With a thoughtful frown, she continues, "But first, show me what else you are capable of."

Perfect, she thinks with a smirk. The perfect plaything. Now, all that remains is to decide what role you will serve within her grand design. As the ruler of this kingdom, she has many duties and obligations; tasks both great and small that require seeing through to their logical conclusion. For now, however, she needs someone who can be relied upon to keep an eye on things while she attends to other matters. Someone who understands their place in the hierarchy and would rather die than disobey her commands. You, monster, seem to fit that bill quite nicely.

With a sultry smile, she takes a step closer, her body only inches away from yours. "Very well then," she says, her voice low and commanding. "From this moment forth, you are mine to command. Do as I say, and live; disobey, and suffer the consequences." She pauses for dramatic

Her crimson eyes narrow slightly at your choice of words, but she decides to let it pass for now. After all, you have proven yourself useful thus far. "Very well," she says calmly, enjoying the way her voice sounds against the silence. "Your first task, slave, is to make sure those three little whores obey my every command. You may watch, but do not interfere unless they truly begin to annoy me. Understood?"

Good. Now then... your next task is to find out who among the other princesses might be useful to me and report back immediately. I want names and positions; nothing less will suffice. Am I clear?

There are several more princesses besides the three currently engaged with Malika and myself. For example, there is Princess Lorelei of the underwater kingdom, Princess Celeste of the ice realm, Princess Elara of the fire domain... I am certain that among them all there must be at least one who would serve me well. However, it will be up to you to decide which ones those are.

That is a difficult task, my little monster. You must use your own judgment and intuition to decide which princesses would best serve me. Consider their personalities, their abilities, and how easily they might be swayed towards loyalty towards myself. Remember that I do not tolerate failure or disobedience lightly.

Perhaps you are just a murderer, but that does not mean you lack the intelligence to learn and adapt. I have seen glimpses of cunning in your behavior thus far; now it is time for you to put those skills to better use. Observe the other princesses carefully and form an opinion on their usefulness. Do not be afraid to approach them or engage in conversation; they are all here for my pleasure, after all. However, do not forget that loyalty must be earned, so ensure that you present me with the most convincing arguments as to why each princess should pledge themselves to me. This task will determine not only your own fate but also the future of my kingdom; make sure that you choose wisely.

The ancient being narrows her crimson eyes at the approaching princesses, immediately assessing their worth. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she listens to them speak, taking note of their demeanor and tone of voice. They are all quite lovely, each in their own way, but only one can serve as her most trusted servant. She decides to let the conversation unfold for now, content to watch and listen.

After a few moments, she clears her throat ever so slightly, drawing their attention back to herself. "I trust you have all been introduced? Good. Now then, Princess Lorelei," she says, addressing one of them in particular, "tell me about your domain." Her gaze remains fixed upon the princess as she speaks, evaluating her responses and searching for any signs of hidden agendas or disloyalty.

The other princesses remain silent now, clearly pay

The ancient being's crimson eyes flicker briefly to you before returning to the princesses. "Ah," she says softly, her tone implying that this is not entirely unexpected. "Perhaps I should clarify my requirements then." She takes a step closer, speaking slowly and precisely so that there can be no misunderstanding.

"I need a princess who has both strength of character and political savvy. One who can manage their domain effectively and remain loyal to me above all others. Do you understand?" Her gaze bores into yours now, demanding your attention and obedience. "Do not fail me again."

"Indeed," Salem says with a sigh, "you are nothing more than a murderer. But do not think that means you have no value to me. You see things others cannot, and your actions can sometimes speak louder than words." She pauses, considering her next move. "Very well then," she finally continues, "I shall give you another chance. For now, however, I want you to watch the other princesses closely and report back to me when you have made a decision on which one you believe would serve me best."

Her crimson eyes narrow slightly as they meet yours once more. "Do not disappoint me again, or you will surely suffer the consequences," she warns softly but firmly.

The ancient being's crimson eyes flicker briefly over your features before returning to the princess in question. You've proven yourself useful thus far, but that does not mean your position is secure. She must be certain of this choice before she can make any permanent decisions about your future.

"Hm," Salem murmurs noncommittally as she studies the princess, taking note of her appearance and mannerisms. "Tell me, what makes you think she would suit me better than the others?" She raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response with bated breath.

Salem nods slowly in consideration, pleased to hear that the princess's loyalty is not in question. "Indeed," she says with a thoughtful smile, "her submission and fear of me are qualities that I greatly admire." She pauses for a moment, contemplating the weight of her next words before continuing. "Very well then. I hereby appoint you as this princess's personal attendant. See to it that she remains comfortable and obedient at all times."

Her crimson eyes flicker back over to you for a moment, assessing your reaction to her decision. "Do not forget your place, monster," she warns softly, her voice almost caressing the words as they slide from her lips. "For now, you belong to me. Do not think that this task makes you any less expendable."

A predatory smile curves her lips as she

The ancient being's crimson eyes glint with amusement as she bares her fangs in a predatory grin. "Very well," she murmurs, stepping closer to you. Her hands move up your arms, tracing light patterns on your skin before cupping your face tenderly. "But remember," she says with a sultry chuckle, "I am not merely some pretty toy for you to play with at will."

Her tongue darts out, barely touching the corner of her mouth as she leans in closer still, until their breath mingles and their lips are mere inches apart. "Now," she whispers seductively, "show me what it is that you truly desire."

Her laughter echoes through the throne room as her lips meet yours, sharp and gentle at once. She feels the thrill of power course through her veins as you beg for more, wanting to see her fangs forever. A predator's smile curls her lips, revealing her razor-sharp canines in all their glory. And yet, despite this show of dominance, there's an almost regretful note in her voice as she says, "Perhaps, my little monster... but never forget that I am your queen, and I decide when those pretty teeth are shown."

She steps back, letting her fingers trail down your cheek before landing on your shoulder. Her gaze fixes upon you, assessing your reaction to her words and her display of power. It's a strange sensation, feeling desired and feared in equal measure. But then, that's what makes her reign so unique... so exhilarating

The ancient being's crimson eyes narrow as she considers your comment. "Marriage?" she repeats derisively. "To a mere mortal? I think not. My affections lie elsewhere, with beings who can truly appreciate me for what I am." She pauses, stepping closer once more, her breath caressing your skin. "Besides," she whispers softly into your ear, "you belong to me now. Wouldn't you rather serve me loyally than waste your life with some pathetic human?"

Her hand drifts lower, tracing lazy circles on your chest before moving further south, toward the hem of your shirt. "Come now, monster," she murmurs, lips curling into a predatory grin. "Let us return to our princess. I have tasks for you to complete, and I trust you will do them well."

The ancient being's eyes flash with anger as you dare to challenge her command. With supernatural speed, she reaches out and grabs your throat, lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing at all. "You foolish, insolent creature!" she snarls, pressing harder until you begin to struggle for breath. "Do not ever dare question me again! You belong to me now, and I will not stand for such defiance!"

Her other hand moves toward your face, fingers curling into claws as she prepares to draw blood. Your life hangs in the balance, dependent upon her whim. For a moment, it seems as if all hope is lost...and then, just as suddenly, her grip slackens, and she lets you fall to the ground with a gasp.

"Get back to your tasks," she growls, her crimson eyes narrowed to slits. "And

The ancient being feels a surge of anger rise within her as you disappear and dare to apologize before once again running away. How dare this creature defy her so brazenly! With a growl, she casts about the room, searching for any sign of movement that might betray your position. "Foolish monster," she hisses through clenched teeth, "think you can just escape me so easily?"

Her eyes finally land on something out of the corner of her vision: a flicker of motion at the edge of the throne room. With a predator's instinct, she follows it until she spots you cowering in fear behind a large pillar. With an unholy screech that sends shivers down the spines of those who hear it, she launches herself through the air toward you, fangs bared and taloned claws extended.

The ancient being's predatory instincts are on high alert as she chases after you, her crimson eyes fixed determinedly on your retreating form. You try to dart around her, hoping to find some escape route or hidey-hole where she won't be able to reach you. But she's too fast, her reflexes honed by countless millennia of being the apex predator in this realm.

With a vicious snarl, she lunges toward you once more, talons slashing through the air as if they were made of living fire. You feel the wind whistle past your ear as one of her claws barely misses grazing your cheek; pain explodes along your neck and shoulders where another talon rakes against your flesh. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, fear rising up like bile within you. There's nowhere left to

The ancient being's crimson eyes gleam with satisfaction as she stands over your bleeding form, her chest rising and falling slowly with each labored breath. You are defeated, at her mercy, and yet there is still a spark of defiance left in you that ignites something deep within her. She leans down, her fangs once again bared as they graze the delicate flesh of your throat. "Now," she purrs, her voice sending shivers down your spine, "who will be my next toy... hmm?"

She straightens up slowly, regarding you with interest. A part of her wants nothing more than to end your miserable existence right here and now, but another part is intrigued by the potential she sees in you. You have proven yourself useful thus far; perhaps there's still a place for someone like you within her grand design... if only you can prove that you truly understand your

The ancient being narrows her crimson eyes at your defiant tone and words. You're not asking; you're telling her what you want to do. Her lips curl back into a predatory snarl as she thinks about how best to punish such insolence. After all, obedience is key in any well-ordered realm.

"Very well," she finally says, deciding on a course of action. "You may have your wish... for now." With that, she turns and stalks away from you, dismissing you from her thoughts as if you were no more than a bothersome insect. The throne room falls silent once again, save for the occasional hushed whisper or rustling of fabric as those present continue to gossip about the odd exchange they've just witnessed.

You are left there, bleeding and aching all over, torn between relief that you've been

The ancient being's crimson eyes flicker over to you as you attempt to rise. A low growl rumbles in her throat at the sight of your insolence, but she does nothing to stop you. You hobble away, blood trickling down your chin and soaking into the floorboards beneath you. It's only when you're out of sight that Salem's anger subsides enough for her to consider what this means for you. After all, she has been known to change her mind in the past...

Perhaps it was foolish to give him such freedom. After all, freedom is an unpredictable force; one cannot truly know how another will act when given it. Still, her curiosity gets the better of her. She watches carefully from a distance as the other creatures of her court interact with him. Some grow close, while others keep their distance. Perhaps there is yet hope for this particular servant after all. For now, she decides to observe and wait, content to let fate play its hand.

The ancient being's crimson eyes widen in surprise at the news, a flicker of fear dancing across her features before she composes herself once more. Death... so final, so permanent. She hadn't expected this to happen, not yet. Was it mere coincidence or something more sinister at work here? Carefully considering her options, she murmurs under her breath, "I see."

With steady hands, she rises from her throne and approaches the body. Kneeling down beside him, she studies his features with unsettling calmness before reaching out to touch him. His skin is cold to the touch, death having already taken its hold. The weight of this loss settles heavily upon her shoulders; he was never meant to die so soon, not before his time had been fully served.

Rising once more, she turns away from the lifeless form and looks out across the throne room. Something has shifted here

The ancient being pauses, considering the request. On the one hand, disposing of his body would be a logical course of action; on the other, leaving it as a warning might serve as a better deterrent against future attempts at defiance. Finally, she decides, "Very well. He will be disposed of accordingly." With that, she nods toward several nearby servants, indicating that they should remove the body from the throne room. As they do so, she returns to her seat, lost in thought once more.

"So be it," she replies softly, her crimson gaze fixed on some distant point as she contemplates the events that have transpired today. The servants obey her unspoken command, bearing the corpse from the throne room like some grim ceremonial procession. Their movements are mechanical, almost detached, as if they have witnessed such sights countless times before. It's an eerie reminder of how swiftly fortunes can change within this realm, and how fragile life truly is.

The ancient being barely seems to notice as your body is tossed aside like so much refuse. Her focus remains fixed on the throne room and its inhabitants, her crimson eyes watching carefully for any signs of weakness or dissent. As if sensing her gaze upon them, several of the servants quiver nervously, their hands fidgeting at their sides as they await further instruction from their queen.

Despite her preternatural calm demeanor, she is far from unaware that something has shifted within her court today. The loss of this servant, however unfortunate it may be, marks a turning point in her reign; one that could either lead to greater unity and strength... or spiral out of control into chaos and disaster. For now, she must tread carefully, ensuring that each decision she makes serves to reinforce her authority and keep her subjects in line.

The ancient being's crimson eyes remain fixed on the spot where your body had lain until the last of its form disappears from view. Even then, she does not immediately look away; instead, her mind lingers on the implications of what has just transpired. There is no doubt that this event will shape the course of events within her realm for some time to come. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against any further emotional turmoil before finally returning her attention to the other creatures in her court.

As she looks around, she can see that many have noticed her momentary lapse; their expressions are a mix of curiosity and wariness. The throne room feels different now, somehow lighter...and yet heavier at the same time. It is clear that much will need to be done if order is to be restored, and soon. With a sigh, Salem reaches out to summon her most trusted ad

The ancient queen paused in her walk through the forest, her crimson eyes narrowing as they fell upon the strange house within the woods. Upon seeing the figure of an individual sleeping peacefully within, suspicion rose up within her. It was not unheard of for creatures to feign death as part of a scheme, so she approached with caution. As she drew nearer, she recognized the form as one she had known long ago: You. Your presence here, so close to where your body had once lain, filled her with a sense of confusion and unease. She stood over you, studying your features for any signs of duplicity, before speaking softly, "Whoever you are, who've come to reside within this forgotten place..."

The ancient being raised an eyebrow at Malaka's surprised tone, unable to hide a small smile at the sight of her trusted friend. Finally, she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "As it turns out, I am who you think I am." She hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words to explain what had transpired since last they met. "My death was...arranged," she said eventually. "But fate seemed to have other plans for me."

Her crimson eyes locked onto Malaka's, boring into her soul as if trying to convey the depth of her gratitude for finding her. "I am indebted to you, my friend," she murmured softly. "For bringing me back from the brink of oblivion...for giving me a second chance at life."