In the frozen wastes, inside a grand fortress castle, a beautiful figure sat quietly on a black throne.
A magic circle flashed each time her ice-blue hair almost touched the ground, with a beauty spot beneath her golden left eye.
The demon queen's figure transformed, now almost perfectly replicating Riel with her soft, caramel skin and black A-line dress with a plunging neckline clinging tightly to her curvy body with wide hips and bountiful mounds.
"...."
Several rows of demons knelt beneath her throne at the base of its steps.
"Your Majesty, the attacks have failed."
Silence.
"Valsarik."
The demon queen's voice reverberated with a pleasant ring through the throne room, with icy walls and the howling wind echoing in the background.
Fear spread through the demon ranks after this failure.
