How tedious it is, to sit on your ice-cold throne all day long, carrying small talks with your foolish guards, sipping from your golden cup...
"Queen Melan, we found an intruder,"
What an interesting affair? Intruders, I have them every day, the dullness they bring is just perfect for my tiresome afternoon.
"Bring him in," I kept my head high and shoulders broad, "prepare a session."
"Of course, my mighty Queen," the man bowed obsequiously.
What a humiliation. It disgusts me just to see my servants' absurd obedience to earn brownie points.
"My queen,"
A husky voice burst my 'pensive' thoughts, I turned my attention to my source of the voice: two muscular knights that are pinning a dark-haired man to the floor.
That man's greasy hair is ruining my carpet, I need a high-leveled cleaning before I lay my foot on that spot.
"What do you want from my country?" I questioned as the man raised his head. Thank God! The longer his hair on my carpet, the more it will be demolished.
"Oh, dear Queen Melan, I don't want anything from your country," the man chuckled, it would have scared many rulers, just not me, "your country is just a pool of lava, burning everything down."
"Oh, dear," I cooed with venom in my voice, "my country is a pool of lava, and it certainly does burns everything in our way down, something like you."
"I am not going to be the one who rots in hell," he spat. How dare him? Spitting on my carpet?
"I am not going to rot in hell either," I laughed psychotically, "for your information, I am the queen of hell."
"Tell me something that I don't know," he laughed too.
What happened next is in a blur. My knights hit the floor in two loud thuds, and the man stood up with a shimmering sword high in his hand.
I smirked, this is the 47th time this year.
My hand slipped to the side of my throne and clasped on to a golden sword.
Cling!
Two swords collided at where my head was 5 seconds ago.
"So, another Arcadian man challenge me for the throne?" I replied casually, giving my sword another swing, "tell your queen that I am nothing like her if you are even able to go back in one piece."
The man stayed in silence, pulling off another round of attack. My eyes are focused on the movement of his sword, quite impressive, the best I got this week.
"So, can't even beat a 23 years old girl in a tight ball gown?" I dodged his swing, blocking another swing with my sword.
His swords crashed into mine.
Cling! What a funny sound?
I pulled my sword back, just to slam it onto the man again.
"Dear Queen Melan, you are not so bad yourself," the man finally responded, swiftly blocking my attack, "damn!"
"Why yelp?" I chuckled, my leg attacked him again, despite what people say, high heels are pretty handy in a fight.
As my prediction, his sword is swung at my leg, only to be blocked by my sword.
"My queen!" a guard finally made it to the throne room.
"Stay back!" I shouted, blocking my opponent's swing one-handed while checking on my nails, I hope that this fight wouldn't ruin my newly groomed nails, it cost a profuse amount of my precious time.
"What, no backup for you?" the man taunted, receiving a dead glare and a firm stroke from me.
"No back up for me. Is this all you got?" I retorted, positioning my sword.
"No," he replied, gloating with his sword dramatically.
"I highly doubt that," I knocked his sword with a strong swing, it darted out of his grasp and flew into the air.
Weaponless is a synonym for weakness.
"Guards! Seize him!" I shouted, a group of guards finally jumped out, wonder where they have been all this long.
"Jubil sent you, I can tell from the disgustingly sinless way you dress, " I looked down at him, "I will have a face to face with her, it has been a while, and she is being more presumptuous than usual. Your death will be the perfect 'hello gift' for her, wouldn't it?"
"Evil will never win," he hissed.
"Oh, who is the evil here?" I challenged, "I am the queen of Nether, not the queen of evil."
~Author's Notes~
Here it goes! The first chapter of Queen of Nether, hope that you guys liked it~
The picture above is what I have imagined as Queen Melan's throne room, but you can just imagine it in your own way :)
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Love, Vicky
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Queen of Nether
FantasyCho Melan, is the 23 years old queen of Nether. She is known for her ruthlessness and her cold beauty. Millions of suitors trailed to her palace, but all come back demon-possessed. She is a queen, and she doesn't need a man in her life. The only th...