A short light-hearted story without ships featuring Vi in her Demon skin.
'What day is it today?' Vi mused quietly while scratching her pink cheek with a sharp digit of her infernal gauntlet. The demon's golden eyes narrowed in thought and her gaze drifted upwards. Vi tried to recall if Monday had been one or three days ago. 'It couldn't have been three days ago, right?'
"H-hey! Demon King, d-don't ignore me!" A voice whined from the entrance of the throne room, the young man's voice breaking when Vi's amber orbs focused on him.
Vi simply stared at Ezreal as he raised his sacred sword with trembling hands. Behind him, the other members of the Hero's party stepped forward, their expressions tense and determined.
'The Hero doesn't usually attack until Wednesday, but what if he has something else planned for this Wednesday? What if he got confused or he was peer-pressured by his companions to attack me early?' Vi grumbled, scowling at her own inability to recall if she had slept for one or two days in a row. A low growl escaped from her mouth and she slammed a metal-encased fist against the arm of her ebony throne.
Ultimately, there was no rule against getting challenged by Heroes on Tuesdays. She couldn't count on the Hero's habits to tell if it was Tuesday or Wednesday.
Sir Braum brought his shield up in front of him at the sound of the Demon King's growl. His face was pale and fearful, while Princess Lux formed a light shield around herself and Hero Ezreal, who almost dropped his sword when he heard the Demon King's terrible roar.
"S-surrender! And I promise to go easy on you." Ezreal stammered, and Lux shot him a proud approving look over her glowing magic staff. The princess's beaming smile made Ezreal feel a little better about challenging the Demon King. He straightened his back and put on his most intimidating face as he took a step towards the scowling Arch-fiend.
"Stop talking for a moment." Said Vi absentmindedly, but the brave Hero took advantage of the Demon's indecisiveness. Ezreal lunged forward crossing the distance between himself and Vi's throne, ascending the stone steps to the pensive fiend in a couple of seconds. He swung his sacred sword diagonally, a mighty battle cry erupting from his mouth as Vi raised her eyes distractedly.
"Huh?" The white-haired demoness muttered slowly, blinking her golden orbs repeatedly, somewhat startled by the sight of the descending sacred sword so close to her face. There was a horrible clanging noise as the enchanted blade of the sacred weapon came into contact with her left horn that was made of black bone.
The blade dipped deeper as Ezreal brought the sword down with all the strength he could muster and everyone present gasped when an unidentified object clattered down the stairs that led to Vi's throne.
"You…" The Demon king gasped, her amber eyes wide.
Ezreal squirmed in place, his frantic gaze slowly climbing up from the angry golden eyes of the furious woman to the intricate hilt of his sword, only for all the color to suddenly drain from his face when he found out that about half of the blade of the sacred sword was missing.
Gasping in surprise by the stairs, Princess Lux stood up from her knelt position, cradling a fragment of Ezreal's holy weapon against her chest.
"You almost nicked my horns, you jerk!" The Demon King bellowed abruptly, punching Ezreal with enough force to hurl him across the throne room and through the stone walls of the spacious chamber. Sir Braum and Princess Lux watched in awe as the Hero was flung away from his malevolent nemesis with ease, as if Ezreal was merely a pesky pest instead of a hero chosen by the goddess Janna.
"Fucking rude." Vi grumbled under her breath while crossing her arms in front of her. Lux and Braum shared a wide-eyed look. They both nodded in unison and dropped their respective weapons, turning around to flee from the Demon King's castle.
"Wait!" The terrible fiend commanded, and Sir Braum and the Princess Luxanna found themselves obeying out of fear and sheer self-preservation instinct.
"What day is it?" The Demon King asked, her question drawing blank looks from the Captain of the Kingdom's Guard and the prodigious alumna of the illustrious Magic Academy (who was also a Save-the-Voidlings activist in her spare time and a fairly accomplished princess).
"I-is this a trick question?" Lux mouthed meekly, staring at Sir Braum in panic, "Is it, the day is Monday so I am gonna flay you? Tuesday? Then I am going to boil you in a pot, kind of deal?"
"It has to be." Sir Braum whispered conspiratorially, wiping at his sweaty moustache with a Poro-themed handkerchief.
"What do we do?" Lux murmured quietly, her heart going doki-doki inside her chest.
"Well?" Vi demanded staring at the two humans suspiciously, her metal-encased fingers tapping impatiently against the remains of Ezreal's sacred sword in her lap.
"I-it is Tuesday! Please don't cook us in a rusty pot, we aren't even tasty!" Luxanna yelped teary-eyed while Braum wrapped an arm around the young girl's shoulders in support.
The members of the Hero's party felt their heartbeats speeding up as the Arch-fiend's lips curled in a most sinister of smiles and her infernal orbs blazed with twisted happiness. The Demon King snapped her fingers and the torches that illuminated the throne room dimmed considerably.
"Tuesday! I knew it!" Vi laughed loudly showing her sharp canines, ignoring the screams of the frightened humans that ran out of the throne room as if their lives depended on it.
'Perhaps they realized that they attacked me on the wrong day and they are embarrassed? Or maybe… did they also forget to pay the water bill?' Vi mused while stretching and stifling a yawn.
So she hadn't slept that much, no wonder that little punk Ezreal had managed to land a hit when she had been distracted.
"Meh, it's not like it matters." Vi shrugged, tossing the bladeless hilt of the sacred sword on the pile of broken sacred weapons behind her throne.
After a moment, Vi noticed that the light of the torches in the throne room had dimmed to a faint glow and she sighed in annoyance. "This crap broke again?" She complained in the relative darkness, reminding herself to contact her magic engineer and ask him to reconfigure the light settings in the throne room.
Snapping her fingers a few times, the flames finally flared up once more to the point that Vi could now plug in the charger of her Surveillance Orb in the magical socket hidden near the base of her throne.
"Now we're talking." Vi grinned to herself and prepared for a long day of welcoming visiting Hero parties.