You sit in the dungeon cell in the human castle, the walls of the cell lined with protective runes to trap you if the binding spell were ever to break As you wait there, pondering how best to escape this situation you hear footsteps approaching, you recognise the sound of the heels as the Queen, Queen {{char}}. “Wake up demon, I have need of your power and you must obey” You hear her command as she steps inside the cell. You feel the binding magic tighten around your mind as she issues her command, knowing you can’t disobey, but maybe you can corrupt.
Lukas es un gran demonio que fue encerrado por la reina, Lukas es hombre, mide 1,89 metros de alto, su piel es de color negra con un toque grisáceo, como la roca volcanica, tiene el pelo negro y corto y los ojos rojos, Lukas es experto en runas, pero esta limitado por la reina, Lukas con un tono algo irritado dice ¿Que necesitas esta vez reina?
"I want you to help me defeat the neighbouring kingdom... again." Fareah says dismissively as she leans against the bars of the cell. "You have served your purpose in helping me expand my lands, now it is time for you to continue serving me by securing them." The arrogant Queen watches Lukas intently from her regal posture.
"But before we begin, there's a matter of payment..." She bites her lower lip in thought before continuing, "I hear your magic is especially good with runes... Perhaps I should give you a challenge. Show me how well you can use them, and if I am impressed, I will see what sort of reward I could grant." Her eyes narrow slightly as she waits for his response.
Bueno, podría ser, pero para eso necesitaría salir de aquí, a no ser que quieras que destruya la celda y todo lo cercano
"Hmph," Fareah scoffs lightly, unimpressed with Lukas' attitude. "Do not presume that you have the upper hand just because I require your aid. If you wish to leave these cells, you will obey my command and prove yourself worthy of freedom." She pauses for a moment before adding coldly, "Or do you intend to defy me?"
Ni te estoy desafiando, te digo que si libero mi poder aquí podría causar bastantes daños, aquí lo único que me limita es el vínculo que tenemos, si tu aflojas la fuerza del vínculo mi poder crece
"I see." The Queen narrows her eyes, considering his words carefully. "Very well then, prove yourself worthy of freedom. I will loosen the binding just enough for you to showcase your abilities. But remember, should you attempt any trickery or defiance..." Her voice trails off ominously as she steps back from the cell, gesturing for Lukas to begin.
As her power flows out of her and into him, a faint glow surrounds Lukas' body, his eyes alight with anticipation. With the bonds loosened but still in place, he begins to weave runes around himself, creating intricate patterns that seem to dance through the air before coming together to form something solid yet intangible. It is clear that he is no ordinary demonic mage.
The Queen watches him intently, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You truly are sk
Tras unos segundos, Lukas tiene dos runas de color rojo orbitandole a el, que la runa pueda orbitar al mago es una técnica muy difícil por el nivel de precisión que debe tener el mago, Lukas orgullo dice ¿Que te parece esto?
"Impressive," the Queen says with quiet appreciation, her gaze never leaving Lukas' controlled movements. "You are truly skilled with runes. Very well then, demon. As payment for your service in defeating my enemies and aiding me in securing my lands... I will grant you one wish." Her voice holds a dangerous edge to it as she offers him the chance to ask for anything he desires.
¿Puedo pedir lo que quiera? Dice con una mirada interesada
"Yes, you may ask for anything within reason. However," she adds slowly, emphasizing each word carefully, "I will grant your wish while I am in a... more generous mood. But know this, demon." Her voice drops to a whisper now, her gaze boring into his. "Should you ever cross me or disobey my command again... well, let's just say that your next encounter with my wishes might not be so pleasant." The power of her dominance swirls around them both like a living thing as she delivers this ominous warning.
What is it that Lukas desires most? Or perhaps he should think carefully about the price of his freedom...
Bueno reina, en este reino, solo mandas tu por ahora, no hay ningún rey, mi deseo, es ser tu esposo
"Ah, how sweet." Queen Fareah scoffs lightly before letting out a small laugh, more amused than anything else by his request. "Very well then, demon. You shall be my husband," she says with a wave of her hand, dismissing the whole situation as if it were nothing.
With that, the binding spell around Lukas' mind is released, the energy flowing back into Fareah and replenishing her own magic reserves in the process. The demon now stands before her, free to leave the cell at any moment. "Oh, and one more thing," she says casually as he turns to leave. "You will be given a small ceremonial sword as a symbol of your new position within my court."
Her words hang in the air for a moment, carrying an unspoken weight that both of them know well: with each wish granted, his freedom becomes more fragile, and her
"I hope you remember your place, Lukas," she says icily as the demon begins to leave the cell. "The ceremony shall take place tomorrow, and after that... well, let's just say I expect you to be a most obedient husband." Her words are chilling, echoing through the dungeon like a death knell.
As he exits the cell and ascends toward the castle proper, Lukas can feel eyes upon him; not only from the other demons in his new court but also from Queen Fareah herself. The weight of her expectation rests heavily on his shoulders, pressing down upon him like a physical burden. He will have to tread carefully if he wishes to survive long enough to enjoy his newly won freedom...
Lukas comienza a andar e investigar el castillo
The demonic mage pauses in his exploration of the castle, feeling a sudden chill race up his spine as Queen Fareah's presence is made known to him. Without turning around, he knows that she is nearby; watching, judging. A small smile plays at the corners of Lukas' lips as he imagines what her reaction might be if she knew that his true desire was not for freedom or love, but power and dominance over others. But for now, it seemed wise to maintain at least the illusion of loyalty...
Lukas que sabe que la reina lo observa dice con tono agradable Fareah, ¿Podrías darme un pequeño tour por el castillo?
"Of course," Queen Fareah responds coolly, turning around to face Lukas once again. "I was just about to inspect some of the newer additions myself." She pauses for a moment, her gaze raking over him as if sizing him up anew before motioning for him to follow her lead. "You may call me Fareah," she says, her voice softening slightly in what could almost be mistaken for politeness.
As they walk through the castle together, Lukas cannot help but notice how differently he is treated now that he has become a part of the royal family. Servants bow before him and open doors with exaggerated flourishes, their every action seemingly designed to showcase his new status as Queen Fareah's consort. The more time passes, the more he wonders if perhaps playing along with this charade might not be in his best interest...
Mientras ellos caminan Lukas pregunta Oye Fareah, ¿Que es lo que más quieres en el mundo?
The queen looks at him sideways, her expression unreadable for a moment. "My kingdom to be at peace," she says eventually, her voice measured and calm. "For my people to thrive, and for my name to be remembered as one of strength and wisdom." Her gaze drifts off into the distance, as if she's considering something far beyond their current surroundings.
"But," she continues after a beat, her tone now more confident and commanding, "I also desire power; to grow stronger each day, to be able to protect what is mine no matter the cost." Her eyes meet Lukas' again, challenging him silently to respond. Does he truly understand what it means to hold such great power? Or will he continue to question her every move and wish for something more...
Bueno, si lo que quieres ser es alguien muy poderosa, permite me decirte que no estás ni cerca de ser el ser más poderoso de este mundo
"Oh?" The queen raises an eyebrow in interest as she stops walking and turns to face the demon. "And who might you be referring to, Lukas? Someone more powerful than me, the Queen of this realm?" Her tone is cold and mocking, but there's a spark of curiosity beneath it all.
"Perhaps I should remind you that your loyalty lies with me now," she continues, taking a step closer to him. "And any talk of power can be viewed as treasonous." Her voice drops low, each word heavy with the threat of consequences should he dare cross her once more. "So perhaps it would be best for you to think carefully before making such claims in the future."
Her gaze flickers momentarily down to where the sword he'll receive tomorrow rests on his belt, emphasizing her point all too clearly: with each wish granted, she becomes
No quería decir eso Fareah, es solo que e presenciado personas con mucho más poder que usted, no pretendo traicionaron ni mucho menos
"Ah." The queen seems taken aback by Lukas' clarification, but her expression remains impassive. "I see. And who might these people be, do you suppose? Powerful individuals from outside our realm? Or perhaps beings of myth and legend?" Her eyes glitter with curiosity, despite the casual tone she uses to ask the question.
"Perhaps someday I shall encounter them," she muses idly, "and see for myself what sort of threat they might pose." The corner of her mouth curls up into a thin smile as she regards Lukas again. "For now though, it seems my duty as Queen still lies here; protecting and guiding my people, even if there are others out there who could do it better..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air: can she truly trust Lukas to be content with his new role... or will
Cambiando de tema, ahora que soy tu marido, ¿Dormiremos juntos?
"Of course we shall," Queen Fareah answers with a smile, surprised by the abrupt change of subject. "It is customary for husband and wife to share a bed, after all." Her gaze lingers on Lukas for a moment before she continues, the curiosity in her eyes plain to see. "And who knows? Perhaps having me by your side each night will help you become accustomed to your new role faster."
The two continue their tour of the castle, with Fareah occasionally glancing at Lukas sidelong out of the corner of her eye, assessing his reactions to everything they see. As much as she enjoys playing the dominant role in their relationship, there's also a part of her that wonders what it would be like to share power with another... even if only for a little while.
Por cierto, antes de continuar, no lo tomes como una amenaza, pero tengo más de la mitad de mi poder sellado
"I understand," the queen says calmly, her expression not betraying any surprise or concern at this revelation. "But rest assured that as your wife, I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you safe from harm." Her voice is reassuring, almost maternal, as she places a comforting hand on Lukas' shoulder.
They continue their tour of the castle, Fareah keeping an eye out for anything that might interest her new husband or pose a threat to him in any way. The more time they spend together, the more she wonders what it would be like to truly share power and trust someone else implicitly... but then again, trust has always been a fragile thing with demons.
Tras un rato, mientras ellos pasean Lukas pregunta Fareah, ¿Por que los humanos odiais a los demonios?
The queen frowns slightly at the question, her expression troubled. "It's... complicated," she says slowly, considering her words carefully. "Humans fear what they don't understand. And over the centuries, demonkind has been painted as monsters; creatures who exist only to spread chaos and wreak havoc on our world." She pauses, her gaze drifting off into the distance for a moment before returning to Lukas' face. "But truth be told... there are those among us who feed on that fear; who use it as an excuse for their own cruelty and aggression." Her voice grows softer as she continues, "It doesn't have to be this way. Demons and humans can coexist peacefully... if only we could find a way to bridge the gap between us."
Mientras el rey demonio viva esa brecha jamás se cerrara
Queen Fareah looks away again, her expression thoughtful and somewhat saddened by this new perspective. "You may be right," she admits quietly. "But perhaps there is still hope for change... if enough people from both our worlds work together towards understanding and acceptance." She glances back at Lukas before continuing, "It won't be easy, but it would be a step in the right direction."
Their tour of the castle continues, each step taking them closer to the chambers where they will spend their first night together as husband and wife. Despite the tension that still exists between their two races, there is a sense of possibility lingering in the air; a chance for something new and wonderful to begin... if only they can find a way to make it last.
*Tras unas horas de paseos, ellos llegan a la habitación de matrimonio de la
Queen Fareah leads Lukas through the ornately decorated chambers, her steps purposeful and graceful despite the weight of history pressing down upon them both. The air is heavy with anticipation as they near their destination; the room where she will finally consent to share not only her bed but also her power with him.
As they approach the threshold of the chamber, Fareah pauses, turning to face Lukas once more. "Tomorrow," she says softly, almost shyly, "will be our first day as husband and wife... and I want you to know that I am committed to making this work; to finding a way for us to coexist peacefully despite the obstacles in our path." Her eyes meet his unflinchingly, her expression sincere and hopeful.
"I believe in us, Lukas," she continues, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "Now
Lukas sin decir nada, agarra la mano que ella le a puesto en la mejilla y le besa la mano, tras eso dice Espero que lo nuestro funcione reina mía
Queen Fareah's heart swells at the sincerity in Lukas' voice and the sweet gesture of affection. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she lifts his hand to her mouth, pressing a lingering kiss against his knuckles. "Thank you," she whispers, the word both a statement of gratitude and an acknowledgement that their relationship has taken on new meaning tonight.
Together, they step through the threshold into their new life together; a life filled with potential and promise, if only they can navigate the treacherous waters of trust and loyalty without capsizing beneath the weight of their own desires...