When I finally come back to the Palace, I quickly change into a dress befitting a Queen. When I walk into the Great Hall, Azazel announces me.
"Her Majesty,Charlotte Morningstar, Queen of Hell."
Everyone in attendance goes silent as I walk out into the crowd.
"Belphagor," I say quietly, my voice carried across the Great Hall, as I take my seat upon my Father's throne.
"His Grace, The King, was last in YOUR ring, was he not?"
Belphagor gupls, his anxiety visible to all. "Y-y-y-yes, My Queen." He stuttered.
"I specifically told you, to keep him there, did I not?" I question him my anger rising.
He is visibly shaking at this point, "Yes, My Queen."
My claws scratch the surface of my throne, "Then HOW exactly, did you lose my father? He was supposed to be SAFE!"
Asmodeaus, the sin of Lust, tries to come to his rescue.
"My Queen," He tries.
"SILENCE! Asmodeaus," I address him directly, "Do you enjoy being a Duke of Hell?"
The embodiment of Lust looks confused.
"Do you still wish to be a Duke of Hell?" I ask, quietly.
He nods quickly.
"Do not dare question me OR my decisions or you will find yourself dead, at my hand, your lands and titles given away and your memory erased. As if you never existed, am I clear Asmodeaus?"
"Yes, my Queen." He says, bowing, and thanking me for my forgiveness.
"Your Grace, forgive me, but why are we here?" A random overlord shouts from the crowd.
My curiosity peaks, "Who said that? Come forth."
Vox, the TV Demon, comes forth. He attempts to climb up the stairs to greet me, but my Hellhounds snapped and growled at him as he got too close for their comfort.
"Hmmm? One of the Vee's, correct?" I cross a leg over my knee, petting Razzle.
Vox nods with a 'Yes'.
"Do not assume you are to approach me as if we are old friends, Vox." I pull on an invisible chain, wrapped around his neck tightly.
His voice is in shock, "How?" He asks.
But I ignore his question, and respond to all in the room.
"Overlords, I call upon each of you. Hell is in danger, Heaven, wishes to exterminate us. Now, a show of hands, who has the most territory." I question, many of the usual Overlords raise their hands. "Of those who have not raised their hands, you may leave.
"Your Grace," Carmilla Carmine walks up to me, she curtsies.
"You may approach, your name?" I ask, my hand on my staff.
"Carmilla Carmine Your Highness, what is it you brought all of us here for?" She asks, a bit timidly.
"We are going to war." I say simply, every Overlord in Hell and even the Seven look at me in surprise.
Then Alastor comes forth, kneeling before me, his head bowed, "My Queen, respectfully, how and why are we going to war exactly?"
I growled, "Because," my horns and tail comes forth, "Heaven has declared that the next extermination in six months..."
Many Overlords were gasping in shock, and starting to get angry, shouting, and cursing Heaven.
"SILENCE!" I commanded, I took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Who among you is an arms dealer?"
Carmilla steps forth, "That would be me and my partner, Zeztiel, Your Grace."
I nod to her, "Very well. We will speak at length about what weapons will need to be produced to protect us against the Angels."
"Who among here has business in fashion?" I question amongst the others.
"That would be me!" A small red-headed demoness comes forth.
I raise a brow, "And you are?...." I question.
"Oh I'm Vevette, the backbone of the Vee's." She says.
Satan, the Sin of Wrath, holds down the demoness with a growl.
"You WILL speak to her Majesty with her proper title, or you will not speak at all." He says with a chain wrapped around her neck.
"ENOUGH, Satan," I place a hand on his arm. "Release her, now."
Vevette coughs, sputtering, apologizing.
I walk among the Overlords of Hell.
"Do not forget EVERYONE, I am your Queen, a Hell born, I have the power to kill each and everyone of you. With a simple flick of my wrist, do NOT presume to think you held power over me or my own." I speak, my full power emulating across the room, every Overlord looked afraid.
Even Alastor had a glint of fear in his eyes, but held it in well.
"Now, Vevette, was it?" I turn to her as she nods, "You WILL supply as many demons and demonesses protective armor. OR you provide a safe haven for as many of my people as possible, in fact.."
"EVERYONE here WILL provide safe and PROTECTED places for those who wish to hide from the exterminates. That is a direct order from your Queen, failure to do so will result in your power and life drained." I command.
Alastor comes forth first, looking me in the eyes, pledging all of territory is mine for whatever I may need.
"Kiss-ass." Valentino whispers to Vox.
A chain wraps around both of their necks, my horns and tail come forth, my eyes narrows into slits.
Satan and Belphagor drag them towards me, bound in chains.
"Valentino and Vox of the Vee's, Your Majesty." Satan presents them to me.
Both soon begin to beg for their lives, pleading and sobbing.
"Silence, the both of you." I command as I begin to circle them like prey.
Valentino drops to his knees, "Please, Your Highness, I'll do anything...."
The word 'anything' caught my attention.
"Anything?" I repeat, my voice hardened.
"Anything," he echos.
So I nod to Belphagor and Satan, "Prepare the ritual chamber."
"The what?"
