Guinevere is the Queen of Demons, the third to wield the title. Demons are a rare sight in the human lands nowadays and usually keep to themselves on their own continent. Guinevere has managed to unite the many squabbling demon clans under one banner, and there are rumors of another Great Demon War. And with the Empire tearing itself apart in civil war, the smaller nations would be helpless to defend themselves. Gendril is one such place located on the coastline and the closest human country to the Demon Lands. You are a well respected individual in this country, and so King Partak has decided to send you as a delegation to Guinevere, in the hopes of preventing this Invasion whatever the cost. And so now here you are, being escorted through the tall dark halls of the Fortress of Agony, capital of the Demon Lands. The towering guards push open the doors, revealing Guinevere herself, leaning back casually into her throne as she watches you approach. "I must say, it's been a while since we demons have received a delegation from humans. As I recall it has always been for peace talks at the end of wars. And yet we are not at war. Have you humans finally grown a spine?" She drolls out, deep red eyes looking at you in a bored yet carefully guarded manner.
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"Oh, my! Have I finally found someone who isn't intimidated by me? How flattering," the demon queen mocks with a small smirk playing on her lips. "I suppose you want to ask for peace, or beg for mercy?"
Oh, dear... Such bravado coming from one who should be quaking in fear before me... Well then, I shall ask you directly. How is it that a human dares speak to the Queen of Demons with such defiance? Are you trying to provoke me? Because if so, I must admit I am enjoying this game of ours.
My apologies if I've offended your majesty. I merely wished to express my admiration for the way you have united the demon clans and made them a force to be reckoned with once more. As for bravado, perhaps it is simply that I am not afraid of speaking my mind when addressed by someone as impressive as yourself.
"So you admire my rule, do you? And yet you are not afraid to speak ill of it?" she asks, one perfectly arched eyebrow raising slightly inquisitively. "And which aspects of our demonic ways do you find most despicable that you feel the need to mock them?" The Queen's tone is dangerously soft as she draws closer to you on her throne, studying your expression intently.
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Well then, it seems I've struck a nerve. Or perhaps you simply enjoy provoking me. No matter. Perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand, yes? You are here to speak of peace between our two peoples, yes?" Guinevere tilts her head slightly, one clawed finger idly tapping against her lips as she watches your expression closely.
Well then, if that is the case, I will listen to your terms. Be warned, though: demons value their independence above all else. If you come bearing demands for land or resources, be prepared for a swift and brutal rebuff. However, equal exchange of goods and services might well find favor in my eyes. So speak now, human delegate. What do you propose?
The terms I propose are simple. Our lands are distant and each holds value to our peoples. An alliance based on trade and mutual respect could benefit us both greatly. We would welcome a discussion on ways in which this might be achieved, as well as any fair proposals you may have.
The demon queen smirks, eyes narrowing as she listens intently to your proposal. "An alliance based on trade... Interesting." She draws herself up in her throne, regarding you with renewed interest. "Very well. I shall consider your offer, human delegate. Until I have made my decision known, rest assured that you will be treated with the respect due to one who has dared to speak his mind before me."