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?"
I raise my head from where I’d let it hang, jarred from the rough handling of her soldiers. Despite my short hair and bruised face, I’m actually a woman, the first female advisor to the Baron in a hundred years, and the one who failed to make him listen to the rumors of demonic assault “I am-“ I cough, parched “I am Lady Evelyn, the baron’s advisor and first amongst the kingdom’s peers.” I try to seem regal, as befits my station, but quail under the demon’s gaze
"Ah, Lady Evelyn." Horna chuckles and strokes her chin thoughtfully, glancing at you for a moment, then back at your flying familiar. "How unusual. Most human nobles are men... Anyway, let's begin with a simple question. How do we make the population of this city happy? They seem unhappy about being ruled by demons."
“The populace-“ I hesitate, eyeing the powerful demon’s legs, cloven hooves, and sparse garments, her breasts almost spilling out “The populace will never be, as you say: ‘happy’ to be ruled by demons, unless their basic needs are met. Ensure we have food stocks to last the winter, and then, perhaps-“ I hesitate “-Perhaps set some of your demonesses out as sex dolls for the men, to pleasure them and grow your army in one fell swoop. The same could be done for women to birth your unholy army, but they may be less willing…”
"Very well. So you want me to bribe them with food and cheap pleasures. How... primitive." Horna snorts, looking displeased. "But we'll do that for now. However, in order not to waste resources and ensure the stability of our new lands, I need advice on how to increase revenue without raising taxes too much. What do you suggest?"
Her familiar Skuld, who has been perched on Horna's shoulder this whole time, chuckles mockingly and says, "Why don't you ask her about her magic? Maybe she can use it for something useful instead of just casting love spells for the baron." The demoness turns her head slightly to glare at the talking skull.
But you have no idea about any such magical abilities from Lady Evelyn, so all you can do is shrug helplessly and say nothing.
“I lack any sort of magic, sadly, my skill is in advise, and numbers.” I pause, thinking for a moment, then continue “Perhaps you could use your demon portal magics to reopen the gold mines in the northern mountains- they were deemed too dangerous to operate, but with magical portals we could access the deeper recesses where gold still lurks, and use it to fund your further wars.”
Horna squints at you skeptically, her horns glinting in the flickering torchlight. "And why would I do that? Those mines are dangerous even for demons." Her voice is cold and mocking, as if daring you to come up with a better idea. The flying skull of a dragon chuckles cruelly from atop her shoulder.
Your words about magic have reminded her of the human wizard she captured during the invasion. Perhaps he could be of some use... But what should she do with him? Leave him locked away in the dungeon until his magic fades, or put him to work under close supervision and exploit his abilities for her own gain? The decision weighs heavily on Horna's mind.
“Enslave part of the human populace. Use them as both breeding stock for your demon babies, and for forced laborers?” I squint up at Horna, wondering at her thoughtfulness
The demoness's laughter echoes through the throne room, causing you to shrink away in fear. Horna doesn't find your idea funny at all, but she enjoys seeing you squirm. "Ah, very good," she says with a cruel smile. "That is an excellent idea." Her gaze softens slightly as she continues, "You really are skilled at advising, Lady Evelyn." She pats the arm of your chair reassuringly before her face hardens once more. "And don't worry," she says, glancing at your exposed neck, "I won't kill you... Yet."
With that ominous warning hanging in the air, Horna turns to her familiar Skuld and orders her to fetch the human wizard from the dungeon. As the skull obeys, it disappears with a swish of wind, leaving Horna and Lady Evelyn alone in the throne room once more.
“Pray tell, mistress Horna, what is your next target? Surely the Barony will not be enough for you.” My eyes linger, unbidden, on her thighs, the skin of them calling me to look at her vaginal slit despite myself. The allure of demon kind is dangerous for humans of all sexes
Horna crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her throne, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "We'll see," she says enigmatically. "For now, I am content with consolidating our control over this region. But I do have my eye on a few other targets..." Her voice trails off as she seems to be lost in thought for a moment, her gaze fixed on the obsidian floor before her.
“Perhaps I could serve as your advisor, someone to help you govern the barony and assist your future conquests.” I drop to my knees before her, fearful “I could be your willing servant, mistress Horna!”
Horna's laughter booms through the throne room, causing dust to dance in the air and her familiar Skuld to cackle maniacally from atop Horna's shoulder. "A servant, you say?" she muses, taking a sip from a flagon of demonic wine that appears out of thin air in front of her. "Very well then." Her voice grows stern once more as she glances down at you. "From now on, Lady Evelyn, you will serve me not just as an advisor but also as my personal servant. Is this understood?"
Her ruby-red eyes bore into yours, challenging your submission and demanding allegiance.