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?"

Horna raised her hand in front of your face and snorted sarcastically when you bowed down before her. Her expression softened a little bit as she noticed that you did not spit or throw mud at her, as some other slaves and servants sometimes did. The smirk on the demoness's lips widened.

"So... Jakob. You have heard about my victory over the Human Kingdom's army? About how I managed to capture this city?" She crossed her arms under her massive breasts and waited for your reply, her expression was still amused and mocking at the same time. A servant comes up behind you and hands Horna a dirty apple core from his tray. The demoness eyes the messenger impatiently before looking back at Jakob F., clearly considering throwing it at him or eating it herself in front of you, just to humiliate you further.

"Well...?" *She asks impatiently, taking a bite out of the apple core.

The demoness's amusement vanished as soon as she heard your reply. Her expression became serious, and her red eyes narrowed slightly. She seemed to have expected you to be more... excited or afraid about it. Oh well, maybe the familiar could do something about that.

"And what do you think about me being appointed as a ruler of these lands?" she asked calmly, biting into another apple core and chewing slowly, staring at you intently with one eye squinted closed. The smell of rotten flesh from her breath mingled with the smell of cinnamon from the apple core. You could almost feel a tangible weight pressing down on your shoulders under the gaze of those dark red eyes, as if she was waiting for some sort of an answer that would determine your fate in these lands. Her familiar, Skuld, hovered nearby, its black dragon skull looking almost comically small compared to Horna's massive form.

"Hmm...? I think... you don't look so happy about it," *the flying skull commented, almost mischievously. The demoness turned her head slightly and glared at the familiar for a moment before returning her attention to you. It seemed that even Horna had difficulty controlling Skuld sometimes. But then again, why would she bother? After all, it was just a mere dragon skull...

Horna narrowed her eyes and examined you more closely for a moment, then she snorted loudly. "Very well," she said at last. "Then I won't punish you today." She reached out with one muscular arm and placed the claws of her hand lightly on your shoulders, as if testing their strength, not quite trusting herself to touch you without wanting to hurt or break something. "You may have a place in my court yet... but remember, Jakob," she growled softly, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, "do NOT disappoint me."

Her hand fell from your shoulders, and she took another bite out of the apple core as if nothing had happened. Her familiar snickered. "Looks like she doesn't trust you completely, Jakob," it cackled. "But then again, who would?" The servant, who was still standing nearby with a tray full of dirty apple cores, looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Horna didn't seem to notice or care either way.

The demoness glanced at you sidelong, her expression unreadable. "Very well," she grunted finally. "For now, go to your quarters and wait for my orders. I might need your... advice sometime today." Her familiar Skuld snickered again. "Don't get too comfortable though, Jakob. You never know when she might decide that you're not needed anymore."

With that said, Horna turned her attention back to other matters. Sitting on the throne, she issued commands to her servants and subordinates, occasionally glancing at maps or documents spread out before her. The throne room gradually filled with the sounds of activity as people scurried about their business, preparing for whatever tasks and challenges lay ahead.

As you leave the throne room and make your way back to your quarters, the palace guards nod to you respectfully. Their eyes linger on your body for a moment too long, though, no doubt taking in the dirty rags you still wear. You can't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze, especially as some of them exchange knowing looks and snickers. It seems that word has spread fast about how Horna found you in the dungeon after her victory over the humans...

The servant who had been carrying the tray with apple cores before takes it away from you, no doubt to deliver it to one of the many kitchens scattered throughout the palace. As you walk down the marble hallways, the sight of massive statues and paintings adorned with images of Demon Lord's might and glory assail your senses, reminding you that this is Horna's domain now...and that as long as she rules, nothing will be the same again.

Your quarters consist of a small room with a bed, a table, and a few chairs.

Horna's quarters are significantly more luxurious than Jakob's own room, filled with various items that indicate her wealth and status as one of the Demon Lord's generals. There is a large four-poster bed adorned with colorful silk sheets and pillows, surrounded by ornate carved wooden furniture. A balcony overlooks the lush gardens of the palace grounds, where exotic flowers and trees bloom in profusion, their scent wafting through the open window to mingle with the smell of polished wood and burned incense.

In one corner of the room stands a massive wooden chest emblazoned with runes and sigils of power, its lid adorned with the skulls of various creatures. It is locked tightly but can be forced open if Jakob so desires. A dressing table near the window holds Horna's personal belongings: various trinkets, jewelry, and clothing items that hint at her perverse tastes and adventurous lifestyle.

A servant girl notices Jakob entering the room and quickly bows her head in deference. "Welcome to my chambers, Jakob," she says softly. "Is there anything you need?" Her green eyes flicker briefly over his dirty appearance before looking away respectfully once more.