Minions gathered around the God in her rose red mini, clinging to her curvaceous figure, she lay stretched out across her plush bed. Her head was propped up in her hand. She was pouting her ruby lips as her minions spoke:
"Not only will the Slayer and her friends not give up easily, Your Godliness, whomever it is, Most Noble One. . .they won't come silently."
Her Godliness sat up, "Well, I didn't exactly think it would take this long to acquire my key, so take this." She slid off the wine silk sheets, retrieving a box from a wooden shelf, handing him a crossbow in the process. She opened the box to reveal a gold arrow with a gleaming sharp tip. She gingerly caressed it, picked it up, and loaded it into the crossbow.
"With this lodged into their heart, it not only should slow down my key enough for you to grab it and bring it to me, it should only keep them alive only until I can give them the antidote." The soft soothingness in her voice vanished. Her gaze turned to glare. "So if you idiots screw this up again . . ." The woman's hardness again faded as she collected herself. The softness returned. "the poor sap will still have to come to me if they wish to continue living. At least a couple more hours. For I am the only one who holds the little gold bottle." The vial suddenly appeared in her palm, shining.
The monsters began to leave.
"Oh, and boys. . . this is your only shot. Those gold thingies don't come cheap."