As Easy As Smashing Bugs
Vyle the Venomheart stepped out of the bar and mad his way to Lucan D' Lere's floating fortress. After about fifteen minutes of walking towards the hovering castle, he arrived.
"Cozy." He thought aloud, looking up at the menacing palace. A platform stood before him. He climbed atop of it and it started to take him up to the castle's main entrance. Vyle strode of the platform when it reached the top and made his way into the heavily guarded castle.
"Halt, who are you and what business do you have here, lizard?" A guard said gruffly. Vyle straightened his spine and lifted himself to his full height which towered over the Dark Elf guard.
"I am Vyle the Venomheart and I have been summoned here by the Overlord."
"Ah," the guard growled. "We were told about you. Follow me." The guard strode off at a quick pace and brought Vyle to a pair of massive black doors. "Enter, scum." He barked, pushing Vyle into the entryway which opened magically.
Vyle looked around the room he had been pushed into. Around the walls were picture of disturbing darkness and heads on plaques littered the area left untouched by portraits. On the far left wall stood a book-shelf filled to the brim with books, thin and thick. A desk stood at the foot the book-shelf, covered in scraps of paper and beakers of multi-colored substances. At the end of the elongated room was a large doorway to a balcony. There stood the immortal Overlord himself, Lucan D'Lere.
"How pathetically easy was it?" Lucan said, still looking over the rail of the balcony.
"Sorry, but I'm not following you."
"When you slaughtered my guards at the bar, how easy was it."
"To put it lightly, it was as easy as smashing bugs."