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The side door of the throne room slammed open with a thunderous boom. Heavy footfalls followed as the young hero reached the steps below the throne and hoisted his sword to point it toward the Queen of Demons.
She smirked as she rested her head upon a knuckle fist to her left as she leisurely relaxed in her luxurious seat. "Good morning, Hero. Did you sleep well?"
His shoulders shook, his teeth were clenched, and he glared at the Queen of demons. "Shut up! I . . . I'll have your head for what you've done!"
The Queen's smile grew and she let out a chuckle. The Hero began to walk up the steps and hoisted his sword above his shoulder. The Queen didn't budge from her seat.
"Do you truly mean that? Your singing last night while we were in the throes of passion led me to believe otherwise," said the Queen. The Hero quickened his pace. "I could feel your emotions and I even snooped into your mind. Weren't you happy that you finally felt the touch of a woman? Isn't that what you deeply wanted out of being a hero . . . the feeling of being loved and wanted by someone so completely?"
He began to lose his balance as his vision began to blur from hot drops of water streaking down his cheeks. The Hero shook his head and marched toward the wicked Queen of demons. "S-shut up! I . . . I'll defeat you no matter what! I'll make you pay for the shame that you've brought upon me!"
"You would really murder me? Are you truly that cold to murder a defenseless woman –"
"You are nothing but a manipulative and evil shrew! I had my doubts but I see the truth now! I will bring you to justice for the light and my people!"
He reached the final step and raised his sword to bring the final blow.
"You call this justice?" said the Demon Queen gazing up at the scowling face of the Hero, "Would you really call murdering the mother of your unborn child, justice?"
He froze and gaped at her. His sword wavered in the air as he tried to keep his balance. She's lying! She has to be! Just finish it! Just move your arm down and be done with this madness!
"You're lying!" He heard himself scream. She gazed back impassively.
"Do it then," replied the Queen, her direct gaze into his eyes never wavering. "Strike me down, if you truly believe that I am lying to you."
His raised arm shook as he stared down at the Queen. She remained slouched on her plush throne and a smirk began to adorn her visage. Slowly, he let his arm fall and the sword's hilt thudded harmlessly onto the velvet carpet and tumbled down the steps. He sank to his knees and wept.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" cried the Hero, his covered his tear stained face in his hands and refused to gaze upon her. "I . . . I know I came to kill you . . . but why this?! Why didn't you just kill me?! Why?! I thought I would be fighting to the death . . . I resolved myself but . . . but you . . ."
He flinched as he felt feminine arms encircle his neck and his head rest on the Demon Queen's ample bosoms. She began to gently rock him. "Because you were so innocent and noble that I couldn't help myself; I wanted to possess you the moment that I learned about your heroic exploits. You have no idea how agonized I was when I contemplated the idea of you being my enemy and the most efficient way to bring you to my side was to bind ourselves together permanently."
"So you placed that illusion," Hero said as his body shook, "you made me think my armor and clothes were too heavy and then made me feel drowsy . . ."
"To lead you to the bed and then reveal myself to tantalize you?" said the Queen, she smiled. "Of course, and with our consummation, we became the equivalent of what you humans would call 'married'"
"Wh-what?!" said Hero, his head shot up as the Queen quickly moved out of the way to avoid a collision. "What do you mean?! We're married now?!"
She smiled at her lover. "It is the equivalent of that. In demon traditions, there is no unity of two people under certain guiding principles of mutual behavior. Instead, the stronger takes the weaker under a subordinate role and determines the conditions in which they must live under the authority of the stronger of the two."
"What does that mean?" said the Hero, he felt a shiver run across his spine. The Demon Queen began to brush his hair in a soothing rhythm.
"The stronger of the couple will rule the weaker for as long as the two live."
The Hero's shoulders slumped. "So, I'm your slave now."
She cupped his chin and moved his face to gaze upon her visage. She smirked. "Not at all, I am now your property, my Hero."
"Wh-what . . ." His mind reeled.
"You are the stronger of us two, as such you have the right to do with me as you see fit," said the Demon Queen, "Ah, but there is one rule I have yet to mention. To prevent the annihilation of Demon civil society, the servile of the married couple can form a single stipulation that must be adhered to under penalty of whatever the servile partner wishes to make a penalty."
He remained silent. She tilted her head. I suppose that this is too much for him to process all at once. I can't really blame him but it's necessary that he understands.
"My stipulation is fairly reasonable," said the Queen, he closed his eyes as if in preparation for some punishment. "Whenever we are capable of it, and should it not interfere with my plans, you and I must always retire together for sleep and we must always do so without any clothes."
His eyes snapped open and his eyes widened. She moved her face towards his until their noses were almost touching. "Feel free to use me as you see fit, my Hero. Did you really think that I would make our arrangements completely unbearable for you? I want your cooperation and for you to be happy with our permanent living arrangement. I know what it is that you desire and I am only too happy to fulfill all of your sexual fantasies. Feel free to use me as you wish, I will gladly fulfill any sexual act for you."
Hero pulled his face back and fell on his bottom. "I . . . I'm not a deviant. I didn't mean for . . . I didn't expect . . ."
The Demon Queen moved forward and placed her palms on the floor on either side of him and gave him a gentle smile. "And what's wrong with being a deviant?"
"The church –"
"The church is an institution that would sooner watch people die of diseases, persecute other God lovers on theistic grounds, and preach a morality that teaches you to view your species as unfathomably evil because your God loves you so he demands you seek Him as penance for your existence."
"God's ways are mysterious and –"
"You haven't realized it yet? God is nothingness and what you actually worship is misanthropy under holistic terminology."
"What does that mean?" asked the Hero, his brows furrowed.
"It means that there is no God and what you actually give up your freedom for is the hatred of your own species." said the Demon Queen grinning, "Did you never think to ask yourself why your God celebrates poverty above all else as a moral good?"
"You're just trying to deceive me!" said the Hero, his shoulders straightened. If nothing else, this is at least true . . .
"Oh really? Well then, explain this to me, how was murdering me suppose to alleviate the poverty and spread of diseases in the human lands?" questioned the Demon Queen, "Did you never give thought to the political institutions, economy, and lifestyle of your Kingdom?"
"Those are just the evil spells that demons cast!"
The Demon Queen grinned and cupped the Hero's cheek affectionately. "I have much to teach you, my husband. Allow me to explain the fundamentals of the world as we prepare our new life together for our child. I intend to fix this rotten world and I want you to help me. Together, let us create a world where humans and demons can live in peace and where a halfling like our child won't be persecuted."