Destruction lounged on her throne as she glared at the weak mortal man before her. His limbs were bound in heavy iron chains and his head was bowed in fear. She could sense the faint vibrations of his trembling in the air and she grinned in triumph.

"You are hereby persecuted for your actions," she rasped. Her clawed fingers scraped the obsidian throne she was perched on and the male flinched back having recognized the torture devices.

"I-I swear, Your M-Majesty," the man pleaded. "I d-didn't mean to."

Destruction dropped her smile, "It does not matter if you did not mean it, the consequences cannot be ignored."

The man dropped to his knees, the chains clinking with the movement. His bound hands came up to his heart as he begged for his life.

Destruction spat in his general direction on the floor of the throne room. The black gold floor matched the material of her spiked crown and her amusement returned as she remembered the irony.

A mortal man was begging upon her crown.

The demon warriors that lined the obsidian walls sneered at the man groveling before their queen.

"P-please, I beg of you. Please f-find mercy—" the man cried.

"You do not order me around," she commanded as she rose from her throne and the full might of her was shown to the mortal. Her sweeping black chiton was draped off her limbs gracefully and brought out the silver in her eyes and hair. She towered over everyone in the room standing at the height of three mortal men stacked on top of each other.

She tilted her chin up to stare down at the man and as she stepped off the raised dais, her silver hair swished past the pit of her knees.

Her clawed feet gently scratched the polished floor and she felt every cringe in the room.

Destruction reached the man crouched on the floor and seeing him in his fatal position made her wonder how she ever tolerated him.

"P-please," he started again.

She flashed her jagged teeth, "Enough. You cannot undo it. You must be punished."

The warriors around the room stepped forward, enclosing the mortal in a tight circle of pure muscle. The black dragon armor of her soldiers glinted off the iron chains and she summoned a ball of Sin.

The black, cloudy swirl hovered over the heads of her soldiers and as her eyes flashed to a death black, the Sin ball leaked onto each of her warriors and their silver eyes became a black hole.

She hissed at the man—the one mortal she had ever let in—and her guards caught the signal.

In unison, they shouted, "For our Demon Queen," and jumped the man, shredding his mortal body into chunks of black rock.

Destruction watched the murder with sparkling eyes and after a particularly vicious snarl, a chunk of mortal came flying and thudded vulgarly at her feet. A once human heart had become embedded with Sin and was now a solid chunk of black gold.

She smiled as her warriors ripped into the remains of the mortal and small shards of black gold were showered everywhere.

She stared out of the nearest window into her dark kingdom. She wanted more. She wanted revenge. For the man and for her heart.

She needed it.

As the black gold of the once mortal sank into the floor and the throne room expanded to accommodate the new pieces of man, she knew what she wanted to do.

After all, what is better than expanding her demon empire into the world of the man who disrupted the chaos of this realm?

november 21, 2021
𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖊, 𝐁𝐚𝐢
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