𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘

As your consciousness slowly returned, the warm glow of satisfaction filled your veins. The encounter with Vox and Valentino had been intense, a delightful surprise considering your reservations about submitting to them. Sure, Valentino's royal upbringing and Vox's extensive experience with demons made them formidable partners, but you were far more than just a conquest.

You stretched languidly, reveling in the strength that coursed through your body—the strength of an overlord combined with the might of a dragon. The idea of being submissive was almost laughable; your dragon nature would never allow such weakness. You refused to succumb to anyone's will, determined to maintain the powerful, regal status that was your birthright.

Why shouldn't you be the queen you were always meant to be? It was the role you deserved, the position that would honor the power within you.

As the morning sun illuminated your room, you rose from your slumber, stretching your powerful talons and unfurling your majestic, star-studded wings. The light danced off the iridescent silver scales that adorned your body, casting a dazzling array of shimmering reflections around the room. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, a sense of pride and strength filling your chest.

Glancing at your vanity mirror, you decided to add a touch of gold-speckled blush to your cheeks, highlighting your radiant complexion. Selecting a stunning, curve-hugging summer dress that flattered your figure perfectly, you slipped into it with ease, relishing the way it showcased your alluring form. After all, even if you weren't attending a party, there was no harm in looking your best.

Completing the ensemble with a dazzling string of pearls, a thoughtful gift from Alastor last month, you took a moment to admire your appearance. With a confident nod, you deemed yourself ready to face the day.

As you descended the stairs, Charlie greeted you with a warm smile and a plate of freshly made pancakes. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you graciously accepted them. Before you could take a bite, however, Charlie's expression brightened.

"Oh, I almost forgot! My dad was here yesterday, and he wanted to speak with you," she revealed.

You hummed thoughtfully, "I'll make sure to catch up with him after my morning stroll."

Just then, Alastor materialized beside you, his mischievous energy prickling the air. You felt his intentions before he could even speak, prompting you to interject, "And no, Alastor, I won't be joining you today. I'd like to enjoy some solitude for a change, thank you."

Though his expression remained unchanged, you sensed the slightest hint of disappointment emanating from him, a subtle shift in his signature energy that betrayed his true feelings.

"Ah, that's all right. Earlier, I was heading to a place I didn't really want you to see anyway," he said, chuckling as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Then, with a theatrical flourish, he bowed deeply and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

You then noticed Husk standing at the bar, just as usual, looking deep in thought with a drink in hand. "I'll go now. Tell the others I'll be joining the tour this afternoon," he declared with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Charlie clapped her hands together gleefully, "Sure, will do! Have fun!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

With that, she leaped up to her room, where she crossed paths with Vaggie, who was just stepping out, looking ready for her day. You grabbed the last of the neatly arranged tea cookies on the table, savoring the sweet, buttery flavor, and then quietly slipped out.

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Hell was a pretty enough place for sinners, a twisted realm with a haunting allure. Glowing embers floated lazily through the air, casting flickering light on the landscape, where fiery rivers snaked through craggy, scarlet-hued rock formations. But despite its infernal beauty, you couldn't help but yearn for the Night Kingdom, a realm where the darkness embraced you like a cool, velvety shroud. In that place, shadows danced gracefully, bringing a calming reprieve from the never-ending torment.