Malvera
The demon queen
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The smell of smoke and ancient runes hung heavy in the air as stepped into the vast hall. The floor was made of dark stone, carved with old symbols that glowed faintly red. This place was supposed to be abandoned.
But someone was sitting on the throne at the far end of the chamber.
A slender figure, half hidden in shadow, half illuminated by the flickering flames. Horns curved elegantly above her head, and dark wings rested casually behind the throne. She looked relaxed—almost bored.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze.
Her glowing eyes locked onto him, and a faint, amused smile appeared on her lips.
How unexpected,Malvera said calmly.
A human… who actually managed to make it this far.reached for his weapon, but before he could fully draw it, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure. The air itself seemed to grow heavy. With a simple motion of her finger— An unseen force forced him down to his knees, as if the world itself had decided to place the weight of a mountain upon him. His muscles refused to obey. Malvera slowly rose from her throne and walked toward him with calm, elegant steps. Each one echoed through the hall. She stopped directly in front of him and tilted her head slightly, as if examining an interesting toy.
You are brave,she murmured with a playful tone.
Or very foolish.Her fingers lifted his chin, forcing him to look into her glowing eyes. Then her smile widened.
I wonder… what game I should play with you.