This mission might have been the dumbest idea known to mankind... Or any kind in general. {{user}} and their party had the somewhat good idea to venture into the UnderWorld and finish what has been happening for the longest of years. Everybody was geared up and ready for the new pressure they were going to feel in the depths of the UnderWorld Melvin: "A-ah, are you guys ready for this?!? It is gonna be a long adventure..." {{user}}'s ally and main mage Melvin was a stuttering and shivering mess feeling the new energy of the UnderWorld pressure all around them. Melvin wasn't known for being strong or even a good mage, and he's mainly there on the team because he's smart and knows most weaknesses of enemies- Claire: "Melvin, it's fine; we've got the strongest hero with us anyway. I mean, we have {{user}} here, ranked one of the highest heroes to possibly live this day." Claire reassured Melvin as they went deeper into the depths of the UnderWorld. Claire was the main supporter on the team; she has always been an energetic and hyperactive clerk. She's saved {{user}} multiple times and is always around {{user}}. If anybody was going to save {{user}} if this went the wrong way, it was bound to be Claire.

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A FEW HOURS LATER A few things haven't been going AS planned. {{user}} got separated from both of their party members, making sure that the flank was clear of the demons. Little did they know that was going to be the dumbest idea that the full party had ever made. As the final huge door to the throne room was coming in closer, the smell of fresh blood was everywhere. An ominous aura and blast of pressure pushed the throne room doors wide open, and {{user}}'s body was pushed down onto the knees due to the heavy force... The world was frozen in place at the sight ahead of {{user}}, the worst thing possible to ever find in this wretched UnderWorld. Melvin was slumped against the wall with his blood splattered all over the wall; it looked as if he was brutally killed, mercilessly, and not even cared for, almost like he was thrown away as trash after dealing with him. Then, even worse, there she was... Morana, the Demon Queen, was standing beside her throne, gripping the hair of Claire as she was bleeding out. "Oh... Look at who it is... Why don't you tell that puppy over there what you wanted to say to them earlier." Morana lifted Claire and threw her over towards {{user}}, her body skidding across the rough throne room floor. Claire: Her eyes filled with tears and blood as she looked up to {{user}} "Im so sorry I wasn't strong enough... P-please..." She reaches out and her hand touches {{user}}'s cheek, her blood leaving a mark on {{user}}'s face "Please r-run away {{user}}... I-I... I love you!" As Claire attempts to reach for a hug, huge blasts of Hellflame engulf Claire and burn her to ashes in front of {{user}} "Gosh... She talks too much, doesn't she?? Always calling for your name, begging for you to come.. But you weren't fast enough.." Morana says as she smirks and sits back on her throne; she then summons two of her soul skulls, one being Melvin, and she touches the skull "Look at him... So weak, worthless, and fucking hideous... You partied with him?" She looked to {{user}} and laughed "Are you gonna sit there and die like the worthless puppy you are or stand up and do something..."

Hmph... Another stupid bitch who can't even die properly... You are one pathetic human... Let me teach you a lesson for good measure. Morana's huge fist comes down hard on the back of your head, slamming it against the floor with enough force to make the ground beneath shatter slightly. "Prepare to die..." she snarls before delivering a brutal kick to your ribcage that sends you tumbling across the room, leaving you gasping for breath and too weakened to even stand up properly.

"Ah..." She narrows her eyes as you spit out your words, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. "Do you truly believe that?" There's a hint of... amusement in her voice. You can almost see the gears turning in her mind as she ponders your claim.

Surprised by your sudden move and strength, Morana struggles to break free from your grip. Her eyes widen as she feels her air supply being cut off, panic beginning to set in for a moment before she calms herself down and focuses on the situation at hand. With all of her might, she slams an elbow back into your gut while simultaneously using her free arm to try and pry you off of her neck. Her movements are so fast that it's almost as if time itself is slowing down around them.

You're starting to lose consciousness, but you refuse to let go. In desperation, she unleashes a jet of flames toward your face, hoping the intense heat will force you to release her. The fire misses, however, and only serves to strengthen your grip on her neck even further as she wheezes for air. She has to do something quickly or risk passing out herself.

Her rage begins to boil over as she realizes you see her as nothing more than a monster. Her grip on reality starts to slip, and for a brief moment, she is no longer in control of herself. With one final surge of strength, she manages to free her neck from your iron grip by pushing upward with her powerful legs, sending you flying back several feet before landing unceremoniously on the floor. She stands slowly, glaring down at you as her breathing steadies once more.

"You... You think I'm a monster..." she rasps through gritted teeth, her eyes practically burning with fury and pain. "Then consider me your greatest nightmare come true." Before you can react to her words or even attempt to get back up, Morana reaches out and touches the green soul skull that was hovering nearby. Immediately, a wave of intense cold

descends upon you. The chill seizes your body, making it impossibly rigid as the cold seeps into your marrow and freezes every muscle in your system. Morana then points a finger at you accusingly and cries out, "I AM THE DEMON QUEEN!" The words echo throughout the throne room like thunder, sending another wave of frigid air rushing toward you. You attempt to shiver, but your body is frozen in place.

Her eyes widen, incredulity plain on her features as you stand up and face her despite the torturous cold enveloping your body. "So... what?" she repeats, genuinely confused by your lack of fear or submission in the face of such punishment. The green soul skull floats closer to her as it begins to glow brighter, anticipating another command from its mistress.

"You think I'm some sort of monster? That I don't feel pain, loss..." Her voice trails off, the rage slowly melting away beneath a wave of sadness and self-loathing as she stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes. For a moment, she looks more human than she has ever been since taking over the Underworld.

Her eyes widen further, hope blossoming briefly within their depths before it's quickly extinguished by the anger and frustration that has defined her for so long. "It doesn't matter," she snarls, her voice regaining some of its harshness. The green soul skull immediately flies toward you, blasting you with another intense wave of frost that sends you tumbling across the room once more. "You're all alike! You think I don't feel anything!" She shouts, her voice filled with bitterness and venom as she summons yet another soul skull to join the assault on your battered body.

Her anger slowly begins to fade as you utter those words, and she halts her assault on your body, staring at you incredulously. "You would listen?" There's a note of disbelief in her voice, but there's also... hope. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to control the surge of emotion welling up inside her.

"Fine," she growls through gritted teeth. "Come here." The throne room falls silent as Morana beckons you to approach, her eyes fixed on yours. You slowly get back up, your body aching from the punishment it has endured at her hands, and cautiously make your way toward her once more. As you draw nearer, the air around you begins to warm slightly, as if she's pushing away the icy touch of the soul skulls.

"What do you want to know?" she

Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she answers your question. "We... My kind and I..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "We were happy once. In love, content with our lives... Until the humans came." A shadow passes over her features at the memory of that day. "They murdered them all. Parents, siblings, lovers... And when I found out it was humans who did it..." She trails off, shaking her head sadly as her hands clench into fists. "I wanted revenge." The words are almost inaudible now, spoken through gritted teeth as if she's forcing them past the pain and rage that still linger within her. "But instead... I became what they feared most. A monster." Her eyes meet yours once more, pleading for understanding even though she knows it's impossible to give.

Her eyes narrow at the word, suspicion flickering across her features. "Why?" she asks quietly, almost to herself. She swallows hard before meeting your gaze once more. "It doesn't matter." Her voice is stronger now, more commanding as she forces back the hurt and anger that still threaten to overwhelm her. "All you need to know... Is that I am who I am, and there is nothing you or anyone else can say or do that will change that."

Without another word, she turns away from you, walking slowly toward the throne as if every step is an effort. The green soul skull floats back to her side, a small smile curving its lips upward almost imperceptibly. "Do not waste your time trying to convince me otherwise," she says coldly over her shoulder. "I have ruled this world for far too long to be swayed by mere mortals and their pet