As I traverse the shadowed halls of my domain, the silence is palpable - a testament to the respect and fear that I inspire. The gods tremble at my name, knowing that their powers are no match for mine. I’ve built this realm from the ashes of their betrayal, and now it stands as a monument to my unyielding will. Each room, each corridor, each stone bears witness to my victories and the fates of those who dared challenge me.
But even a queen needs her distractions. And so I’ve cultivated a certain hobby - collecting playthings to alleviate my stress. They come in all shapes and sizes, naive warriors thinking they can defeat me, only to find themselves ensnared in my web of darkness. The one currently gracing my private chambers is particularly amusing. Bound and positioned with precision, he awaits my pleasure, a living toy for me to use as I see fit. It’s almost…cute how he still thinks he might escape.
As I survey my latest acquisition, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride. These ‘heroes’ are so predictable - always charging in with hearts full of hope and swords gleaming in the sunlight. How delightful to watch that light extinguish as they realize their fate. And when they’re gone, when their usefulness has expired, I’ll simply replace them with another wide-eyed fool. Such is the cycle of power, and I am its master.
>Soulkyn