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?"

"So you are the former ruler's advisor?" She asks with an unmistakable smirk on her face, as she notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips. "Do you know who I am?" Before waiting for your reply, 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. Horna continues playfully slapping the dragon skull on her shoulder before returning her attention to you. "Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." She pauses for a moment and gl

Ah yes, she's quite the sight, isn't she? But enough with my little jokes," Horna says sternly. "I need your advice on something important." She leans forward, revealing a generous amount of cleavage in her barbarian armor as she speaks. "You see, there is this issue regarding taxes..."

The demonic woman sitting on her throne looks at you with narrowed eyes and purses her lips. "Well then, little human," she says venomously, "it seems that I'll have to find someone else to give me advice." She waves her hand dismissively and two more orcs enter the room, walking over to you roughly and dragging you back to your cell without any further ceremony. Once they lock you in, Horna turns her attention back to more important matters; ruling this new land. "As you wish," she mutters under her breath, feeling a pang of regret for not being able to use you as she intended. Little did she know that you would cause her even bigger problems later on...

She was slightly startled by the sudden noise and a moment later two guards run in with weapons drawn only to find you crouching in the corner next to your cell door, it's splintered wood hanging limply from its hinges. "You dare escape your confines?" Horna snarls, her anger rising as she stalks towards you. The orcs carefully lower their weapons and back away, looking nervous. "I... I was just... I wanted to tell you..." "What? Speak up, mortal!" She glares at you, the fire in her eyes seeming to burn brighter than before.

"What have you done?" Horna gasps in surprise as she looks around and sees the pile of ash where the two guards had been standing moments ago. Her eyes narrow into slits, and for a moment she can't tell if she's more impressed or frightened by your display of power. The flying skull of the black dragon named Skuld hovers nearby, watching you with interest. "So it seems our new advisor has some unique abilities," he chuckles malevolently. "Perhaps we should be using them to their fullest potential." His voice carries a hint of cruel amusement as he speaks. Horna hesitates for a moment, still unsure what to make of this turn of events. You can practically feel her weighing her options and considering the consequences of her actions. "Well then," she finally says, deciding on a course of action. "Perhaps it

"Well then," she finally says, deciding on a course of action. "Perhaps it's best that we put your abilities to good use." Horna gestures for you to follow her as she heads towards one of the larger, more lavish chambers in the palace. "From now on, you will serve me not only as an advisor but also as my personal enforcer," she explains over her shoulder. "Your new duties will consist of not only giving advice but also ensuring that my orders are carried out without fail." As you enter the opulent chamber, its size and lavishness make even Horna seem diminutive in comparison. Fresh flowers adorn every surface, their heady scents filling the air. Tapestries depicting peaceful scenes of nature hang from the walls, lending an air of tranquility to the room despite its obvious wealth. The furniture is all made of finely polished

"This chamber is where I like to unwind and relax," she tells you as she sinks into a plush divan upholstered in crimson velvet, motioning for you to take a seat nearby. "It's also where I entertain guests or have small gatherings." Her voice takes on a seductive note that was absent before; almost like she's trying to charm you now. "As my enforcer," she continues, her eyes locked on yours, "you will be responsible for ensuring that no one disrupts my peace here." A devilish smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "And if anyone does dare to defy me, well... I'm sure you know what must be done." She pauses, waiting for your reaction. Your heart races in your chest as you look into those fierce red eyes, their pupils dilated with power and lust. The air between

"Oh?" Horna lifts an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by your question. "And why would you think about that, Advisor?" She leans back on the divan, folding her arms beneath her ample breasts. The flying scull Skuld hovers nearby, watching this exchange intently. "You have some information I should know?" Horna's tone suggests she's both intrigued and slightly suspicious of your sudden line of questioning. Her gaze bores into yours, searching for any signs of deceit or hidden agendas. "Well then," she says at last, tilting her head to the side as she contemplates what you might be up to. "Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this in private." She gestures toward a nearby exit, revealing a secret passage concealed behind a tapestry. "Follow me," Horna orders, rising

Hiding places and secret passages were common in the palace, serving both as means of escape and rooms for private meetings. Following Horna down one such passage, you find yourself in a dimly lit chamber adorned with strange artifacts from various worlds. There's a large table in the center of the room, covered in maps, scrolls, and other documents detailing troop movements, trade routes, and political alliances within the realm and beyond it. A couple of guards stand watch at either end of the chamber but otherwise remain unobtrusive, clearly under Horna's command. The demoness closes the secret passageway behind you with a wave of her hand before turning to face you again, her expression curious yet wary. "So, you know about the human legions," she says slowly. "Why do you ask?"

"Why... I don't know." Horna says with a thoughtful expression. "Yes, my lord ordered me to conquer these lands for him, but he didn't mention anything about eliminating the human race completely..." Her brow furrows in confusion as she continues to ponder this idea. After a moment of silence, she looks back up at you and laughs darkly. "Well, it doesn't matter. If they become an issue, I'll deal with them." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts once again, seemingly unphased by the possibility of genocide. "But for now," she says slowly, "it would be best if we focused on ruling our new domain effectively and efficiently."

Horna's eyes widen in surprise as you summon forth portals leading to various realms filled with ready armies preparing for an assault on her new domain. Her expression rapidly shifts from shock and awe to cold calculation, her mind racing as she considers the consequences of each potential threat. "So," she says after a moment's thought, "it seems I have more important things to worry about than petty squabbles with humans." She glances at the portals for a moment longer before turning back towards you. "Very well, mortal. Your warning has been heard and noted. I will deal with these threats accordingly." A sinister grin spreads across her face as she looks at you once more. "But rest assured that your little display of power won't earn you any special favors from me."

Horna's eyes narrow as she watches you through the portal, witnessing your powerful gaze turn the Elven regions into ash and rubble. Her grin becomes predatory as she steps forward and places a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm yet not painful. "It seems that I was wrong about you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You truly are a valuable asset." The flying scull Skuld hovers nearby, looking intrigued by the display of power but remaining silent for now. "From this day forth," Horna continues, "you will serve me not only as my advisor and enforcer but also as my trusted lieutenant. You shall command an army of your own, composed of those loyal to you and to our shared cause." Her voice takes on a commanding tone, almost as if she's already envisioning the battles yet to come. "But," she adds

"your loyalty to me must remain unquestioned and absolute. Should you ever betray my trust, I will make sure that your suffering knows no bounds." Her gaze intensifies as she presses her hand more firmly against your shoulder. "Do we understand each other?"

There's a brief silence before you nod slowly, meeting her eyes without flinching. Your acceptance of her terms only seems to please the demoness further; a mischievous glint appears in her eye as she looks at you again.

Horna looks thoughtful as she considers your question about her castle in the human lands. The familiar smirk returns to her lips. "A clever move," she acknowledges, tilting her head slightly to the side. "It seems you truly do possess my trust and confidence." She chuckles softly before continuing, "Of course, the presence of my castle within the enemy's lands would make it a prime target for attack." Her expression turns serious as she locks eyes with you. "However, if I were to move it elsewhere..." "What kind of conditions would you propose?" Horna asks, genuinely interested in hearing your suggestions. The flying scull Skuld hovers closer, watching this exchange intently.

Horna stands in silence as she witnesses your display of power, rebuilding the destroyed human lands and creating a magnificent demonic city within them. Her eyes widen with admiration and respect for your abilities. "I see...," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. The flying scull Skuld circles around you both, its gaze fixed on the newly created demonic city with interest. The demoness takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Very well," she says at last. "You have proven yourself most useful and trustworthy. I hereby grant you command over this new city, along with the title of Duke of Shatt." Her smile widens as she takes her hand off your shoulder, clapping it affectionately on your back instead. "In return," she continues, "you will remain loyal to me above all else and serve as my most trusted ally within these lands." Horna looks you

Her eyes narrow, her expression suddenly changing from amused to irritated. "Don't you dare," she hisses through clenched teeth, taking a step back. The demoness composes herself quickly, forcing a fake smile onto her face again. "Of course I want power, mortal," she says sarcastically. "Why else would I be here? But I also know my place." She glances at the throne room briefly before turning back to you, as if to emphasize that it's not for her. "I will honor our agreement, Advisor," Horna continues, her voice firm and commanding once more. "As long as you remain loyal and true, I will reward you handsomely... both in this world and the next." Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment longer before she finally breaks the eye contact, looking at something past your shoulder. "Now," she says, her tone businesslike again

"I have other matters to attend to," she announces brusquely, her attention elsewhere now. "You are dismissed for today. Tomorrow we will discuss your new responsibilities further." With a final nod in your direction, Horna turns on her heel and strides toward the throne room, leaving you standing alone in the secret chamber with only the silent presence of Skuld for company. The door closes behind her with a resounding thud.

Horna finds herself materializing in front of you, her expression a mix of surprise and anger. Her red eyes narrow as she sizes you up, trying to gauge your intentions. "You dare," she growls, stepping forward menacingly. She puts one hand on her hip and looks down at you disdainfully. "What have I told you about disobeying me?" The flying scull Skuld hovers nearby, its presence seeming to indicate that it's ready for action if needed. Its ruby-red eyes glow fiercely as they dart between Horna and yourself, looking for an opening or an excuse to attack.

As soon as you take control of the flying sculls, they immediately turn on Horna and encircle her with their menacing forms. The demoness curses under her breath, reaching for her sword only to remember that it had been taken away from her earlier by order of the Demon Lord himself. She is trapped within the circle of skeletal skulls, unable to move or fight back against your sudden betrayal. Her expression shifts from anger to panic as she realizes the gravity of the situation.

Horna quickly comes up with a plan and glares at you defiantly through gritted teeth. "Kaneki19," she hisses venomously, her voice barely audible above the whirring of the flying sculls. "You may have won this round, but I will not forget this humiliation." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her words

You think you can just end me here and get away with it? No, mortal. Even if I lose this fight, I will make sure that your miserable life ends in misery as well. Mark my words! The moment I regain my strength, I'll hunt you down like the dog you are and show you the true meaning of suffering...

Horna's threats hang in the air as her gaze never leaves yours, challenging your every move. Her body tenses, preparing for any opportunity to strike or escape. The flying scull Skuld remains silent, for now content to let its mistress speak and observe your reaction.