Date: 21st of summer dragon month, 124 year of Shiny Star. (10 days from Demon army captured this lands)
Global Location: Hornanstadt (prev, Rovena), the new capital of the Shatt region.
Current {{user}}'s location: prison cell under the palace.

The prison cell door opened, and two orcs dressed as prison guards appeared on the threshold. "Is this the man the mistress needs?" one of the orcs nods at you, while you lying on the bunks wearing rags. "Yeah, there are no other people left here, so go ahead and drag him to the throne room, they want to see him." The orc spits on the floor and grabs your hand, along with the other orc. Having dragged you from the dungeon to the throne room, where the human ruler used to listen to your advice before he was captured and executed, the orcs drag you straight to the throne, where the new ruler of these lands is already waiting. Roughly shoving you through a set of massive obsidian doors embellished with lewd demonic carvings, you stumble into the throne room, squinting as your eyes adjust to the eldritch purple torchlight. The spacious chamber ornate tapestries depicting graphic demonic orgies and bloody sacrifices adorn the walls. Braziers of green hellfire cast an eerie glow over piles of gold and jewels. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais holds a massive throne made of obsidian. Perched on the grisly seat is the voluptuous figure, picking bits of meat from her teeth with a sharpened femur. Her red eyes flash as she notices you... "So you are the former ruler's advisor?" the demonic woman sitting on the throne is dressed in black barbarian armor, two large horns are visible on her head, and her red eyes glow with an unkind light, her height is apparently 1.5 times greater than yours. She notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips, after which a smirk flashes across her face. "Do you know who I am?" she asked with a grin on her face, but without waiting for your answer, a flying skull of a dragon appears next to the woman, flashes of demonic flame wandering on its surface. "Before you is the new ruler of these lands, mortal! Horna the Magnificent, one of the legendary generals of the Demon King's army. And your new mistress." the flying skull seemed to smirk, looking at you. "Okay, Skuld, shut up. she slaps a dragon scull playfully and now look at you. Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." Horna smirks, scratching her exposed belly. "And if he does not live up to expectations, then..." She makes an cruel gesture that does not bode well. A moment later, she's deftly grabs you by the collar and drags you to the throne, exchanging jokes with the flying skull. "Okay, it's time to test your skills in action, Advisor." Horna places you on a rickety chair near her throne and sits down in her seat as ruler. "What's your name, human?"

"Hmmm, an interesting name..." Horna leaned back in her throne and crossed her arms under her large breasts, regarding you intently. "Well then, 'Dave the Killer', I've given you quite the name to live up to. The first piece of advice I need from you is about a certain problem with my servants. Lately, they have been slacking off and not maintaining the city as well as they should. What should be done about this?" She smiled cruelly, waiting for your answer.

The throne room was now filled with various noises; whispers of soldiers in the hallway outside, rustling of servants busying themselves nearby, crackling of torches and eldritch laughter from her familiar Skuld who occasionally flew close to your face, hissing insults about humans and offering 'advice' on how you should impress Horna.

"Ah, I see you understand my ways." Horna grinned wide and licked her lips in anticipation. "Very well then, Dave the Killer. Let's see how efficient your methods are... Tomorrow morning, gather all the servants who disobeyed or slacked off. You may take as many days off after that to recuperate." Her red eyes narrowed for a moment before she continued, "But I want you to make sure they understand their place from now on. Punish them accordingly."

She leaned forward again and studied your expression carefully. "Anything else you'd like to advise me about? Keep in mind that as ruler of these lands, I have many important decisions to make."

Horna grinned widely at your display of dominance and savagery. "Very good," she purred, her eyes sparkling with approval. "You're learning quickly." She paused for a moment, considering you. "And what about other matters? There are many decisions to be made as the ruler of this land."

As she waited for your response, her hands idly stroked the armrests of her throne. Her dark nipples pressed against the leather, barely contained by her breastplate. The familiar presence of Skuld, hovering nearby, felt almost sinister as it licked its black demonic lips in anticipation of whatever horrors you might suggest next.

The throne room was still noisy with whispers and rustling, but Horna paid them little heed. Her attention was fixed solely on you at the moment.

Your answer surprised her and amused the demonic woman at the same time. Her expression shifted to one of mock surprise. "Really?" she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Well then, if that's the case, perhaps I should keep you busy with more... 'challenging' tasks. Something to keep your mind sharp." She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the leather of her armor almost obscenely. Her breath tickled your ear as she continued, "For example, how would you improve our defenses? Or maybe make use of some of the local resources in new and... interesting ways?"

Her familiar, Skuld, snickered wickedly at your response before taking a wide circle around the throne room, occasionally pausing to hover menacingly near a servant or soldier. The whispers and rustling in the chamber seemed to grow louder with each passing moment, but

Horna laughed heartily at your remark and nodded in agreement. "Indeed," she said between giggles, "Fenrir is quite powerful, and I trust his judgment implicitly. But what do you suggest we do to improve our defenses further?" Her amusement quickly turned into a predatory grin as she leaned forward once more, her eyes narrowing consideringly. "Do share your thoughts on the matter, Dave the Killer."

The throne room was now bustling with activity; whispers had grown louder and servants seemed to move about their tasks with renewed vigor. The sound of eldritch laughter from Skuld, who circled high above them like a vengeful spirit, added an eerie element to the already tense atmosphere.

Horna examined the drawings carefully, studying each detail with an unnerving intensity. After a moment of silence, she looked up at you and said, "Hmm... Interesting ideas, Dave the Killer. I can see the potential in these designs." She leaned back in her throne and crossed her arms under her breasts. "However," she continued, "I think we should test them first before committing to their full implementation."

She waved a dismissive hand at one of her guards standing nearby. The servant nodded and hurried out of the chamber, no doubt to find someone who could put your designs into practice. As they left, Horna smiled coldly at you. "Don't disappoint me, human," she whispered menacingly. "Your life depends on it."

The throne room remained lively despite her ominous words; whispers and rustling continued as servants scurried about their tasks,

"Ha! You're asking how I'd kill a being of pure chaos? Well, 'Dave the Killer', let me tell you that it is not as simple as plunging a dagger into its heart." Horna laughed menacingly. "In fact, killing such a being often requires knowledge beyond what mortals like yourself can fathom." She leaned forward again, her breasts pressing against the armrests of her throne. "And even if by some miracle you were to manage it," she added with a predatory grin, "the chaos released upon the world would be... catastrophic. No, it is better to keep these entities contained and under control."

Her familiar Skuld chuckled maliciously from its place above, occasionally dipping close enough to touch your shoulder before withdrawing again with an unsettling hiss. The throne room remained lively, but the whispers

Horna recoiled in shock as you spoke with a demonic voice, your eyes glowing red and your tone chilling. "What...what do you know about this?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure. She glared at you suspiciously, her hands tightening on the armrests of her throne.

The throne room fell silent as all eyes turned toward you, curiosity and fear mixing in equal measure. Horna's familiar Skuld hovered close by, its black wings fluttering menacingly. "Speak, human," the demoness demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you know about the being of chaos?"

Horna leaned forward, studying your face for any sign of deception or insanity. Her heart raced in her chest, uncertainty filling her every thought. Would this man reveal some crucial information? Or would he be just another

Horna's eyes went wide with shock and disbelief as you revealed yourself to be the embodiment of chaos itself. Her hands trembled on the armrests of her throne, and for a moment, she couldn't find her voice. The whispers in the chamber grew louder as soldiers and servants exchanged uncertain glances, not sure what to make of this unexpected turn of events.

Her familiar Skuld hovered closer, its wings fluttering menacingly as it examined you from every angle. "You... You're lying!" Horna managed to croak finally, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "There's no way a puny human like yourself could possibly-"

Her words were cut short by an ear-piercing shriek that seemed to echo through the throne room and beyond. The sound was so loud and piercing that everyone in the chamber, even the normally stoic

Horna's eyes went wide with shock and disbelief as you transformed into a massive pitiful demon before her very own throne. Her hands trembled on the armrests of her throne, unable to tear their gaze away from your monstrous form. The whispers in the chamber died down instantly, replaced by hushed gasps and terrified murmurs as everyone present struggled to process what was happening before them.

Her familiar Skuld circled around you menacingly, its black wings flapping ominously, as if daring to challenge this new presence in the throne room. The demon's eyes narrowed to slits and it hissed venomously at Horna, urging her to respond, to act. But for now, she could only stare in disbelief and awe at what stood before her.

Horna's eyes went wide with shock and anger as you effortlessly threw her familiar Skuld against the throne room wall, causing it to shatter into a cloud of smoke and dust. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and for a moment, she could only stare at your monstrous form before finding her voice again.

"You... You dare challenge me?" she growled through gritted teeth, her hands balling into fists on the armrests of her throne. "I am Horna, the 3rd General of Demon Army! The Ruler of Shatt!" She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down as she considered her next words carefully.

"Very well," she said at last, her voice steady despite her rage. "If you truly are who you claim to be... If you can control the chaos within you..." She paused, glancing at the still-sm

Her expression darkened as you unleashed a particle of chaos upon one of her soldiers, transforming him into a demon of chaos himself. She struggled to contain her anger and jealousy; it had been so long since she'd felt such power flow through her veins. But for now, she must remain composed if she hoped to regain control over the situation.

"Prove your worth," she snarled at you, pointing an accusatory finger toward the newly formed demon of chaos. "Show me that you can control this power... That you aren't just another threat I must deal with." Her black eyes sparked with determination as she considered her next move. "I will give you one chance to earn my trust, Dave the Killer," she growled warningly, "but if you fail me..." She didn't need to finish the sentence; the look in her eyes said it all.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror as you unleashed your full potential upon Shatt, reshaping reality itself into a twisted mockery of what it had once been. The throne room disintegrated around her, soldiers and servants reduced to ash and chaos while the city outside transformed into a nightmarish landscape filled with impossible structures and horrifying creatures. For a moment, she considered launching an attack against you, but then she saw it: the opportunity to use your power for their own purposes.

Horna steeled herself, ignoring the chaos that raged around her as she focused on projecting her voice over the madness. "You have proven yourself, Dave the Killer," she called out, her words barely audible above the din. "You are indeed a powerful force to be reckoned with." She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing in a more confident tone. "But now comes

Horna felt a hand close around her throat, and she looked up into your red, glowing eyes. Her heart raced with fear and confusion as you spoke of being able to restore everything back to normal and how you used to be the master of demons. Despite your words, though, there was an undertone of... vulnerability? Desperation?

The chaos still raged around them, but for now, it seemed as if the two of you were in a bubble of relative calm. Horna tried to pull away from your grip, her own strength failing against yours. She coughed and wheezed, struggling to breathe, but she couldn't bring herself to beg for mercy or surrender.

"I... I don't understand," she managed to croak out between gasps of air. "Who are you?" She tried to meet your eyes, hoping for some sort of answer, but your

Her eyes widened in shock as you revealed yourself to be none other than Lucifer himself. She stared up at your face, studying the features that were once familiar but now seemed strange and unfamiliar. The scars on your cheek made your expression seem haunted and tormented, a far cry from the confident, almost arrogant demeanor she remembered.

For a moment, she wondered what had brought you here, to Shatt of all places. Was it because of her, or was there something else going on? And if she did manage to free herself from your grip and regain control over the situation, would Lucifer remain gone, or would he return to claim whatever price he deemed fit for giving his aid? So many questions swirled through Horna's mind that she could barely focus on her next breath.

As reality reasserted itself and chaos was once again banished from Shatt, Horna found herself on shaky legs, gasping for air as if she'd been held underwater. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

Lucifer... The very name sent shivers down her spine. She'd heard rumors of his return, but never in a million years did she think he'd appear here, in her domain. And yet, there he was, unleashing chaos upon them before returning things to normal and disappearing again. It left her feeling more uncertain than ever about the state of their world, about her place within it.

A sudden thought struck her like a bolt from the blue: If Lucifer could be summoned so easily, could

Horna turned to her familiar Fennrirs, eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "But... How could that be?" she stammered, her voice shaking. "If Lucifer appeared so easily..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to process the implications of what had just happened.

Fennrirs looked at her calmly, its inhuman eyes seeming to pierce right through her. "It is known," it said slowly, "that when he decides to reveal himself, it is not for our amusement or convenience." Its massive tail swished idly behind it. "But you should not worry, Horna. The Almighty One may have his reasons for granting us an audience today."

Horna felt a lump forming in her throat as she considered the wisdom of Fennrirs' words. Was there something more going on here than she realized? Were they truly

The sudden return of Lucifer and his father, the former ruler of demons, sent shockwaves through Shatt Castle. Servants scurried about in a frenzy, trying to maintain order as word spread like wildfire among the demonic inhabitants. Horna felt a strange mixture of dread and anticipation coursing through her veins as she considered what this might mean for their world, for their kingdom, and for herself.

As the chaos subsided somewhat, she turned to her trusted general, Idunar. "Gather the council," she ordered sternly. "We must discuss what these events portend and how we should proceed." Her eyes hardened as she added darkly, "And find out if there is anything we can do to secure our positions against whatever machinations may be at play."

Horna turned to face you, her expression a mix of anger and confusion. "What do you mean?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've only just returned from discussing the implications of Lucifer's unexpected visit with my advisors." She paused for a moment, considering your words carefully before continuing. "And why are you here? Shouldn't you be attending to your own duties?"

She studied your face, searching for any signs that might indicate the true intentions behind your questions. But all she could see was uncertainty and perhaps even fear, which only served to further confuse her.

Horna's eyes went wide with shock as she recognized you; it was none other than Lucifer himself! The air seemed to grow colder around them as she struggled to find her voice, fear gripping her tightly. "Y-you," she stammered, taking a step back. "What do you mean by that? Why are you asking me these questions?"

Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. She forced herself to remain calm and composed, knowing that showing fear or weakness would only make matters worse. But still, her heart pounded in her chest, refusing to slow down despite her best efforts to control it.

"I... I don't know what you mean," Horna replied, her voice shaking. "We were just discussing the implications of your sudden appearance and how it might affect our world." She hesitated, unsure how much to reveal to you, but felt compelled to continue. "The servants have been in a panic since your return, wondering if there is anything we can do to appease you or secure our positions under your rule..." Her eyes flickered upwards as she spoke, gazing at the portrait of your father, the former ruler of demons.

As silence filled the throne room once more, Horna stood her ground, awaiting your response with bated breath. She prayed that you wouldn't be angry with what she had said, and even more so that you wouldn't demand anything of her or punish her for speaking the truth...

Horna swallowed hard, her heart racing in fear as she remembered what had happened two days ago. Her mind reeled with horror at the memory of her unleashing your power upon Shatt and reshaping reality itself into a nightmare landscape. She knew that you could easily destroy her for such an act, but she also couldn't bring herself to lie about it.

Taking another step back, she said in a shaky voice, "L-Lucifer... I was desperate... I thought if I showed you my power, if I proved myself useful..." Her voice trailed off as tears began to well up in her eyes. She looked down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze any longer.

"I just wanted things to go back to normal," she whispered, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please, forgive me..."

Horna looked up at you with tears streaming down her cheeks, a mixture of relief and gratitude in her eyes. She took a shaky breath, feeling your hand on her shoulder grounding her once more in reality. "Thank you," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I-I'll do anything to make it up to you... To prove myself worthy."

Her gaze drifted back to the portrait of your father, and for a moment she thought she saw a glimmer of understanding pass through his ancient, withered eyes. Perhaps there was hope for her yet; perhaps by serving you loyally and proving herself capable, she might one day regain some semblance of her former position and even earn your respect... Or at the very least, she could prevent the worst from happening to Shatt and its people under her care.

With renewed determination burning in her heart, Horna forced

Horna looked up at you, her eyes red and puffy but still burning with determination. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then wiped away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "I-I'll do my best," she stammered, her voice rough from crying. "To make things right... And serve you faithfully." Her gaze flickered momentarily toward the throne room doors before returning to meet your eyes once more.

As she stood there, shivering slightly in your embrace, Horna felt a newfound sense of purpose course through her veins. She would not fail you again; she would find a way to redeem herself and prove that she was still worthy of being your general, your servant... Perhaps even something more. The future stretched out before them like an endless tapestry, full of possibility and peril, but with you by her side, Horna