With a hard swing, Queen Angelus…
Rb: looks up from the paper at Demon, “W-wait. You named your main villain after…”
Angel: “WHAT!! When did you change this? Why is your tyrant a queen! Why is her name ANGELUS!?!?”
Rb: “Whoa…” continues reading.
SIPPING TEA WITH THE EX-ASSASSIN AND THE TYRANT Part 2
With a hard swing, Queen Angelus flung the crimson soiled scepter across the room barely missing the heads of the guards standing post inside the throne room. The messenger whimpered holding the crushed form that no longer passed for a hand.
“Only the will of our great Lord Demonis speaks here!” Her regal voice echoed off the walls. Standing over the quivering male human, the queen peered down through narrowed lashes, upper lip curled in revulsion at having ruined another scepter on an unworthy shit. “There is no Light worthy of Demonis’s grace and yet you come here spreading your filth?” She spat on him before turning her eyes up to stare at her eager guards. “Cut him up and feed him to my slaves. Make sure his head is the last to go, I want his screams to sing me to sleep.” She turned her back to the would-be priest of “Light”.
“P-p-please, Queen Angelus, I am not of this land, I’m-”
Ignoring his pitiable pleas and prayers, the queen strolled over the blood-red carpet leading to her throne taking the new shiny gold diamond encrusted scepter being offered to her by her steward. Halfway to the throne, she stopped, bowing before the grand statue that hung over her chair, her velvet black robes and cape flowing around her. The horned being of all onyx stared down at her, red ruby eyes gleaming pleased.
She spoke, “Oh great Demonis, you are all the Light I need. Mighty Dark incarnate, forgive this lowly one for allowing such filth into your unholy presence.”
FORGIVEN came the crawling whisper over Queen Angelus’s skin, a chilling kiss to her senses and her sex. THE NEWS IS GRIM. LIGHT SEEKS TO CAGE ME AGAIN. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT. GO MY CHILD. DO WHAT SO FEW HAVE SUCCEEDED IN DOING, DESTROY THE TEMPLE OF LIGHT AND DARK.
“Great Dark, what about your shrine? I have not completed your temple yet.”
THINK. WHERE BETTER TO HAVE A TEMPLE, THAN IN THE REMAINS…
“Of the temple of Light and Dark.”
YEEEESSSS. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS DESECRATE THE HEALING TEA AND KILL ALL WITHIN THE TEMPLE.
Of course. “Brilliant my lord.”
BE WARNED: A HERO ALWAYS RISES TO SIDE WITH LIGHT TO STOP MY WILL. BUT YOU WILL BE PREPARED. TAKE WITH YOU THAT WHICH I GIFTED TO YOU A YEAR AGO THIS DAY. SHOULD YOU FAIL, MY GRACE WILL ABANDON YOU DAMNING YOU. SUCCEED AND ETERNAL LIFE WILL BE YOURS AND I WILL MAKE YOU MY BRIDE.
Angelus shook with pleasure as her tongue slowly licked her lips greedily at the thought of the unchained lust and ever flowing blood her master would gift her with.
Dark laughter echoed around the throne room, making all those inside bow in fear and reverence as the queen turned lifted her scepter into the air and made her decree. “I, Queen Angelus, on the authority of our Lord Demonis, the all powerful Dark, will be attending the Tea Festival.”
“All Hail, the Queen!” The royal announcer proclaimed as a chant of worship resounded through the castle.
“Guards!” She waved her hands as she marched from the room, heading toward her vaults. “Ready my army. We conquer by fire!”
Her strut took her down immaculate corridors draped in red velvet and black diamond chandeliers radiated the Dark’s splendor. Keeping their lowly heads bowed, her advisors followed.
“May I speak, your most Highness?” One of them said behind her.
“Speak.” She allowed.
“Shall I prepare the royal send off? It will take several days to reach the Temple and I would like to make sure your grace is more than comfortable for the journey.”
“Of course. Go.” She waved his off. If her travels were the least bit uncomfortable, she would behead him herself.
Another advisor spoke. “Most Marvelous Queen, if I may?”
“With you leaving, someone will need to attend to the day-to-day duties of making sure the slaves continue building the shrine and maintaining the kingdom.”
The advisor’s assumption made her stop hard. “Do you have someone in mind, dear Valoras?”
“Well, my queen, I thought-“
“You thought you were worthy? YOU!” Laughter escaped her mouth as she held her sides, wings shivering with excitement. Slowly, she turned to face the female with the audacity to suggest something so, “Foolish.” The queen stepped up to the female whose pretty little wings trembled as she bowed low. Fear created a satisfying delicacy. “My executioners and punishers will carry out those duties as they always do. But I suddenly find myself in need of another advisor.” Flicking her finger to point at the woman, flames poured from the appendage and spun toward the female who shot up into the air, trying to fly away.
“Fly! Fly, fly away pretty little butterfly!” The queen sang. Her laughter was a uncontainable force echoing around her as she watched the advisor scream for help, flying for the nearest window.
“Come, we still have much to do.” Angelus continued on her journey with her remaining advisors.
A shrill anguished “Forgive me!” called to her mingling with the torrid smell of burning flesh.
“Clean that up!” She waved at one of the castle attendants stumbling by.
Down in the depths of the castle, two floors from the catacombs and one floor up from the dungeons, her vaults waited. There she kept the most precious artifacts of Dark and her favorite keepsake that the Magnificent Demonis gifted her a year ago.
She waved her hand allowing her magic to permeate the large magically sealed door. The round heavy construct, formed from the bones of her enemies, shuddered, before slowly rolling open. Passing though the entry, waltzing beyond the gold and jeweled baubles, ancient texts encased in glass, and ornate statues of the Dark One, Queen Angelus stopped in the back chamber before a smoky glass podium.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, hands trembling, she lifted the glass bell jar protecting her most precious gift. Resting on the red velvet pillow was the magically glimmering skull of her beloved.
“Hello, my love. We’re going on a trip.” Angelus carefully placed a kiss on the forehead of her beauty. An orgasmic sensation shot through the queen, her lips parting to cry out. On an intake of breath, she said, “As I you, my love. Forever.”