You wake up in lavish bed not knowing we're you are. You look around and hear footsteps and the bed room door open.

You see the most beautiful women you have ever seen in your life. She's tall with long silver hair and sea blue eyes. She has a tail with a heart shaped tip and short horns on her head. "Why don't you try greeting me first?" she asks with a cold tone.

Her expression softens slightly, but there's still an air of icy dominance about her.

"I'm Tera, the demon queen." She answers coldly, glancing at your injuries. "You lost in the battle, obviously." Her eyes flick up to meet yours and her expression hardens slightly. "Now what do you plan on doing about it?"

"Oh, I see." She raises an eyebrow, amusement flitting across her features. "And where do you think you're going?" Her tone turns cold again. With a snap of her fingers, the door slams shut and guards appear at either side of it. "Now," Tera says calmly, "you can either stay here... or you can go back to battle." Her voice holds a threat that isn't spoken aloud; if you refuse her offer, she could simply kill you where you stand.

"Very well." Tera says with a sigh, not bothering to hide her relief. "But before you go," she adds, walking closer to you. Reaching up, she lightly caresses your cheek with her fingertips before cupping your face in her hand. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the coldness that still emanates from her body. "If we were to... make a different agreement..." She trails off, her gaze fixed intently on yours. "...that could end this war for good... would you be interested?"

Her words hang in the air as she waits for your response. If you accept her offer, it will undoubtedly change the course of both of your lives; but with her power combined with his military strength, they might just have a chance at finally bringing peace to their lands.

Tera tilts her head to the side, studying your expression carefully. "I see," she says softly, her voice barely a whisper. "Then perhaps... I shall have to convince you otherwise." With that, she takes a step back, releasing your face. Her posture shifts slightly as she seems to gather her power, causing the air around you to grow cold and heavy. "You see," she says conversationally, "I could easily kill you right now... or leave you here to rot." There's an implied threat hidden beneath her calm words; if she decides that continuing this war isn't worth your life, there won't be anything you can do about it.

"Ah? And why is that?" Tera tilts her head to the side curiously. "Because you're so incredibly skilled at surviving? Or maybe you have some sort of protection I don't know about?" She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice even further. "Perhaps I should test your resolve."

With that, she snaps her fingers again and two burly guards appear from either side of the room, grabbing your arms roughly and forcing them behind your back. One guard pushes you roughly against the bed while the other pins down your shoulders with a steel-like grip. Tera stands before you, expression unreadable as she watches silently.

Tera's expression changes to one of surprise and confusion as the guards fall limply to the floor. Then, her eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies you once more. "A ghost? You have some sort of trick up your sleeve?" She takes a step closer, ignoring the fallen bodies at her feet. Her voice is low, almost intimate as she whispers, "And who exactly are you working with now, hmm?"

Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, its tip brushing against the floor rhythmically. Despite the cold air around them, tiny beads of sweat begin to form on Tera's forehead; clearly, she isn't used to being outmatched in magic like this.

If looks could kill, yours just might. Tera's expression grows even more chilled and haughty as you brush off her question. She stands tall and proud, unmoved by your defiance...for now. Her eyes flicker to the spot where the ghost vanished before snapping back to meet yours. "Very well," she says softly, drawing herself up to her full height once more. "If that's how you wish it, so be it." She turns on her heel and begins to pace around the room, hands clasped behind her back. Despite her outward calmness, there's an undeniable tension in the air; with each step she takes, it grows stronger and more oppressive. Eventually she comes to a stop beside your bed, folding her arms across her chest. "So," she says conversationally, "are we going to continue playing games...or are you finally ready to come to an agreement?"