The Demon Girl NextDoor

Chapter 10: The Dark Throne

The sorceress's throne room was even more chaotic than before. Soldiers scurried about, shouting orders and preparing for battle. The sorceress sat upon her throne, her eyes fixed upon me, a wicked smile curling her lips. She knew that I had returned, and she was eager to see how this confrontation would play out.

With all of my courage, I stepped forward and addressed her. "I have come to end this," I said, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "I have learned the spells needed to defeat you, and I will not rest until you are stopped." The sorceress laughed a cruel and mocking sound.

"Ah, Lilia," she purred. "I had hoped you would return. Very well, then. You leave me no choice. You shall have your battle." With a wave of her hand, she summoned a swirling vortex of darkness before her, and from within it emerged a horde of twisted, misshapen creatures, their eyes glowing red with hatred. "My finest minions," she said, gesturing to the creatures. "See if you can handle them."

I drew my sword, steeling myself for the fight ahead. I knew that this was the moment of truth. I could feel the power of the spells coursing through my veins, ready to be unleashed. With a battle cry, I charged forward, meeting the first of the creatures head-on. The air was thick with the stench of brimstone and the cries of pain as I struck down one creature after another. The sorceress watched from her throne, her expression growing increasingly concerned.

As I fought my way deeper into the chamber, I noticed that the floor was beginning to shake. I glanced up, just in time to see a section of the ceiling collapse, revealing a massive creature, chained to the stone. With a bestial growl, it struggled against its bonds, its massive claws tearing great chunks of stone from the ceiling. The sorceress laughed, a maniacal cackle that sent shivers down my spine. "My greatest creation," she said, her voice filled with pride and malice. "Let it loose upon her!"

With a final, powerful tug, the creature broke free from its restraints and bounded towards me. Its massive form towered over me, its eyes glowing with an inner fire. I could feel the heat emanating from its body as it snorted steam and smoke into the air. The other creatures paused in their attack, watching as this new threat approached.

I knew that I had to act quickly. Summoning all of my strength, I cast a spell that caused a gust of wind to buffet the beast, forcing it back against the far wall. As it struggled to regain its footing, I rushed forward and began to attack it with renewed fury. The other creatures, seeing their leader weakened, tried to aid it, but I was relentless.

Slowly, inexorably, I chipped away at the creature's defenses. Its skin began to tear, revealing raw, bleeding flesh beneath. Its movements grew sluggish, and its breath came in ragged gasps. At last, with a final, desperate lunge, I drove my sword deep into its heart. The creature's eyes went wide with shock and pain, and then it collapsed, twitching, to the ground.