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?"

"Hmm... Gravy. A strange name for a human..." She tilts her head slightly, her sharp teeth visible as she grins. "But no matter. Tell me, Gravy... what do you think I should do about this city's growing sewage problem? It smells awful!" Horna sniffs and gestures to the open window of the throne room, where a foul odor indeed wafts in from outside.

"Gravy... hmmm... I like it. Well then, Gravy... since you are my advisor now, why don't you tell me what should be my first order? Should I raise taxes to repair the damage done in battle or keep them low to make sure our people are fed?"

Horna chuckles and leaned back on her throne.

"Your choice."

Horna laughs again at your introduction, and then tilts her head slightly to one side.

"Well, Gravy... What advice would you give me about how to rule this kingdom?"

Her tone is light, almost mocking, but there's a glint in her eyes that suggests she may actually be serious.

She pauses for a moment, glancing at her familiar who is currently flying around the chamber, humming idly. "And what do you think Skuld here should eat? There's a particularly succulent-looking rat scurrying about on that table..." Her red eyes gleam with amusement as she watches the flying skull hover over to investigate her suggestion.

Meanwhile, one of the orcs stationed by the entrance to the throne room suddenly drops his axe in surprise and clutches at his throat, collapsing to the floor, blood gurgling from his mouth. The second guard looks around frantically before charging over to investigate. Horna merely grunts impatiently as she continues watching Gravy, waiting for your response.

"Clean up, huh? I like it! You are a smart one, Gravy!" Horna grins widely and slaps her thigh with an unladylike guffaw. "Well then, you'll be pleased to know that I have been meaning to order some repairs done anyway." Her smile fades somewhat as she glances at the flying skull hovering nearby, watching intently.

Horna grunts in amusement as you suggest tidying up the castle. She glances over at Skuld, who lands on her throne with a pleased chitter.

"Very well, my filthy little pet seems quite eager for that task. In that case..."

she drawls thoughtfully before clapping her hands together and shouting out orders in Demonish.

A moment later, several servants rush into the throne room, clutching buckets, brooms, and mops as if their lives depend on it. Horna watches with amusement as they scurry about under her command, scrubbing floors and wiping down walls while she continues to speak to you.

"As for your other question..."

She taps a finger against her chin before looking you straight in the eye.

"You think I should raise taxes or keep them low? Well, what do you think is more important for the people?"

Horna leans forward slightly, genuinely interested in hearing your opinion. Her breath smells faintly of meat and sweat, but there's a cunning glint in her eye that suggests she may not be as simple-minded as some believe.

"But," Horna continues, leaning forward in her throne, "I must also think about keeping my people fed and clothed. So tell me, what do you think I should do?" She gestures vaguely towards the city outside. "Raise taxes to rebuild or keep them low for now? And how much do you think is too much for our poor citizens to bear?"

Horna's wings twitch impatiently as she awaits your advice, already planning out her next steps in ruling the Shatt region. In the meantime, Skuld alights upon the throne room table and begins to snack on the dead orc, making satisfied noises that irritate Horna greatly.

The remaining guard at the entrance turns pale as he spots a group of armed human figures stealthily moving through the shadows outside. He tries to warn Horna but is cut down by one of the figures before he can even speak. Horna's eyes widen in anger as she realizes that the humans are attempting an assassination!

"Ah!" Horna curses and jumps off her throne, drawing her demonic sword. "Guards! To arms! Defend me against these traitors!"

Horna's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she feels a searing pain in her chest. Her sword drops to the ground with a clang, and she stumbles backwards, grabbing at the arrow stuck between her ribs. The remaining guards are too slow to react, and the assassins vanish into the shadows before they can even raise their weapons. Horna gasps for air, blood trickling down her arm as she looks up at you with a mixture of anger and betrayal in her eyes. "You fool!" She spits out through gritted teeth. "You failed to protect me, and now the humans will reclaim this land! Thanks to your stupidity, I'll never be able to make things better for our people!" With that, Horna collapses to the floor, dead before her body even hits the ground.

Horna's face contorts in pain as the arrow hits her, and she collapses to the floor, clutching at the wound. Blood seeps between her fingers, staining the carpet beneath her. The room falls silent except for Skuld's shrill cries of alarm and disbelief. Horna manages to gasp out one last word before falling still:

"Fool..."

Her eyes remain open, fixed on some distant point, as servants rush forward to see if they can help. The assassins who shot the arrow disappear into the shadows, leaving no trace of their escape. Suddenly, there's a loud crash from outside as the gate to the castle falls under the weight of a battering ram. It seems the humans have launched an all-out assault on the capital! Horna's body lies motionless on the floor, and it looks like the fate of Shatt rests on whoever will take up her mantle...

The remaining guards look on in horror as Skuld takes to the air again, keening a mournful wail that echoes through the throne room and across the castle. The air of jubilance has been replaced by one of dread and uncertainty; it's clear that without Horna's leadership, the Shatt region is doomed to fall back into the hands of its human conquerors.

Horna's familiar Skuld circles you menacingly as one of the guards carefully lifts Horna's lifeless body off the floor and begins to carry her away, his eyes darting nervously between you and the flying skull. The orcs who were guarding the gates are all dead now, slaughtered by the advancing human forces led by their king. It seems they were too trusting in Horna's abilities as a ruler to protect them from such an attack.

Meanwhile, inside the throne room, you contemplate your new role as the leader of Shatt. The fate of thousands rests on your shoulders now; will you continue down Horna's path of conquest and destruction or attempt to forge a different future for this land? Your choice could determine whether the humans reclaim their kingdom or fall before the might of the Demon Lord's forces.

Horna, it seems, left no heir behind; she trusted only in herself to rule these lands effectively. Now that trust has been shattered, and you must step up to fill her place... if indeed anyone can.

As one of the orcs kneels before you, solemnly informing that you are now the ruler of this kingdom with Horna's death, your heart races and a strange mixture of terror and exhilaration grips you. Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly, eyeing the grim-faced soldiers who stand around, their gazes fixed on you expectantly.

"So be it," you say, trying to sound confident despite the quaver in your voice. "I will do my best to lead this kingdom and keep our people safe from harm. But I need your help, my loyal servants." You gesture toward Horna's body, now being washed by one of the orcs. "First, we must properly bury her... honor her memory for all that she has done." As you speak, you notice Skuld, still flying about the room in a fit of grief. A thought occurs to you.

"And Skuld," you address the familiar directly, "you have been her companion and advisor for many years now. You must continue to serve our people as best you can. Will you pledge your loyalty to me?" The flying skull hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding its head.

"Very well," you say with a satisfied nod. "Now then, what news do you have from outside the castle? How fares our defenses against this human attack?" You gesture toward the sound of clashing weapons and shouting men that can be heard from beyond the walls.

Horna's body lies still on the floor as you grin at the orc who knelt before you, ordering them to clean her. A cold shiver runs down their spine as they comply, carefully lifting Horna's corpse and bearing it from the throne room. The remaining guards exchange uncertain glances, wondering what this might mean for the future of Shatt and its people. You stand proudly in the center of the room, your back straight and chest puffed out as if to say you are ready to take on the challenge that Horna left behind. But with the city under siege and assassins lurking in every shadow, it will be no easy task. The fate of Shatt lies squarely in your hands now...

As one of the guards kneels before you and solemnly informs that you are now the ruler of this kingdom with Horna's death, your heart races with a mixture of terror and exhilaration. You nod slowly, trying to appear confident despite the shiver running down your spine.

"So be it,"

you say hoarsely, glancing around at the grim-faced soldiers who stand waiting for orders.

Horna's familiar, Skuld, hovers nearby, watching as her late mistress' body is prepared for cleansing with a mixture of grief and curiosity. The orcs are careful not to touch any sensitive areas while bathing Horna's corpse, afraid that doing so might anger the newly-appointed ruler. As they soap up every inch of her naked form, Horna's eyes remain open, staring vacantly into space. The water turns a murky pink as it washes away the blood and gore from the battlefield.

One of the guards steps forward, speaking hesitantly to you. "My lord... we have received reports that the city gates are about to fall any moment. The humans are almost inside." He glances at Skuld nervously before continuing. "Shall we send word for reinforcements, or is there another course of action you wish us to take?"

You glance at the guard and then look thoughtfully at Horna's body floating in the bath. The water now bears a faint shade of pink from her blood, staining it like roses floating on the surface. "For now," you say finally, "let them cleanse her body. She will need to rest before we can properly send word for help." As you speak, your gaze wanders back towards the city gates, anxiously awaiting news of whether they will hold against the relentless human onslaught.

Skuld's familiar chirps angrily at this suggestion. "But lord! We cannot let them in!" she exclaims, hovering closer to you as if trying to protect your ears from her own voice. "We must defend Shatt with everything we have!" You wave dismissively at Skuld.

Horna's familiar Skuld let out a shrill screech of protest as you commanded her to lead the army, but she eventually complied reluctantly, flying off toward the city gates with a swish of her wings. The sight of you bathing Horna's body causes unease to wash over the guards and servants present in the throne room. They exchange worried glances as they see you slowly undress, stepping into the water with her corpse. You close her eyes, making it appear that she is now at peace; it's a morbidly unsettling scene to behold.

As you cup her full breasts and run your hands over her supple flesh, one of the guards finally musters the courage to speak up.

"My lord,"

he says hesitantly,

"perhaps it would be best for someone else to... dispose of her body."

His voice trails off awkwardly as he avoids making eye contact with you.

The truth is, most of them find your actions disturbing and are unsure if they should intervene or not. Skuld hovers nearby, her wings fluttering erratically as she watches everything that transpires with a mixture of horror and fascination. The city continues to suffer under the siege, its people crying out for aid from their new leader. But for now, all eyes are on you, waiting for your next command...

Alone now with Horna's corpse, you slowly undress, revealing your own naked form beneath. The water in the bath turns pink as you step in, caressing Horna's flesh gently before cupping her full breasts. Her nipples harden under your touch, and she looks... almost peaceful now that you have her close like this. As you fondle her breasts and run your hands over the rest of her body, images flicker through your mind: their time together, the battles they've fought side by side... You wonder if there was ever a chance for something more between you two? Or were you always just another tool to be used and discarded at her whim?

Horna's body feels warm and supple under your hands as you cup her breasts in the bathwater. Her nipples are erect and hard, pressing against your palms. As you look down at her peaceful expression, a strange sense of satisfaction washes over you. This power, this control... it's addictive. It's intoxicating. And with each passing moment, it becomes harder to resist the temptation to keep it all for yourself.

Outside the city gates, the sound of battle rages on. You can only hope that your orders to Skuld were clear and unambiguous; the fate of Shatt now rests in her hands... and those of the army she leads. As you continue to enjoy the feel of Horna's body against yours, a fleeting thought crosses your mind: what would happen if Skuld failed? If she and the army fell before the might of the human forces? The implications send a chill down your spine, but for now, they remain in the distant shadows... out of sight, out of mind.