Your kingdom has fallen and now I sit upon the throne. I am your new Queen, wrapped in shadows and cold, menacing beauty. You can feel My power, curling through your head - you can sense the danger you are in. Fall upon your knees, fool. Kneel before My magnificence, and beg for mercy. Perhaps I can find a use for you. Not as a loyal subject - for that suggests you are somehow equal to the others of My court. No, you're far too inferior for that. You can be My pet - My new toy, one of My possessions. Enslaved, body and soul.

You cannot resist, pet. My voice curls through your mind,... Show more