Her eyes lingered on his features before the winged helmet was placed upon his head once more.<br/><br/>For centuries she had the means and the will to turn the world into her own twisted, lustful dream and she did it so, bit by bit, enjoying every step along the way. Meticulously the Queen sowed Chaos into the universe, watching the seeds grow into unthinkable creatures and into the powers that came along. She planted ideas into the minds of men who ruled and conquered or simply plundered endless lands to create their own empires, only to see them fall weighted down by their own ambitions. She granted millions of illusions on which castles of sand were built by the greatest minds in history, only to feed on their despair and to indulge in their agony.<br/><br/>For centuries she had done so, built endless dreams and concepts of evil as a reflection of her own desires, all for the glory of her one and only ruler, the ruler of all ancient darkness and of all darkness to come.  Yet, for centuries on end nothing satiated her lust, nor her endless need for sensations,  while the Demon Lord did less than nothing to reward her. His betrayal came first so she no longer sought his protection, no longer seen his ruling as a blessing. Freed of her master, she pledged allegiance only to herself now and in the days to come until time itself would crumble under its own weight.<br/><br/>And yet forever seemed like such a long time.<br/><br/>Growing weary of their screams and pleas, sickened by the neverending cycle of sins and punishment on which all the layers of hell were built upon, the Queen gave one great, specific order, the first to leave her sultry lips in such a long time. The Second Layer in which she resided remained vacant for the time being.<br/>Thus, only the best from her Court were sent to search and find, to capture and tame the finest specimens of the male kind from across the universe.  All this while she would not simply wait for her deceitful sycophants to accomplish their mission. Her kind of game was always consisted of many possibilities and ways to achieve its goal and the goal was always meant to entertain.<br/>The Queen had the power to see beyond the human world. Drawn by the heavy charge of power, her gaze rested once more upon the land of Khone. He had achieved so many victories in such a short time. He came this far and done so much, surely reveling into the sweet scent that power brought to all of its wielders. All the more reasons to break him.<br/><br/>Her shimmering eyelids closed for a moment, allowing her to bask into the turmoil of her own thoughts.  Nothing compared to the fact that she was going to get a taste of so many different types of males. The greatest excitement  came from the knowledge that all of them will know exactly for what they have been brought here and that her loyal succubi will have the pleasure to show each and everyone of them what the game was all about. There was no need for her to hunt anymore, to sway her prey into her clutches while having to mask her true identity as she had done so many times before.  This was happening on her territory and the living will be brought to her, not the other way around.<br/><br/>Languidly she opened her eyes to gaze into the orb once more. With a move of her finger she had sent the massive line of Bloodthirsters, walking demi-gods of darkness, to counter the knights of Khone. Their horned heads and cloven hooves were terrifying, but not as much as their huge axes and endless whips. Demons of the old, they threw themselves into battle using their leathery huge wings to block out the sun. An array of creatures soon followed, taking head upon head and crashing skulls beneath their  armored feet, decimating  the Khonish army and its enemies, regardless. It did not matter who fell into the pool of blood, as long as chaos reigned and agony prevailed. The Baron and his closest allies had yet another threat to conquer and it came in the form of a Greater Daemon. When the Keeper of Secrets enterd the battlefield, warriors from either side began to fall under the aching spell of agony and ecstasy, cutting their armors open with their swords, slashing their own flesh in the process. Maddened with desire and scorched by the fires of hell from within, the Konish Knights found themselves lost in the Queen’s trap of mindless lust and corruption. She knew he would not last. For what was a ruler without his army but nothing more than easy prey? One way or the other, he would fall under the Keeper’s power of seduction and then the others will bring him to his rightful place.<br/><br/>The Queen needed to see no more. Her throat felt dry, aching for a drink to please her senses and to soothe her thirst.  It was time for her to ascertain that her orders had been taken into high consideration. Bountiful rewards were to be offered to those who succeeded in capturing the desired toys, while severe and delightful punishments awaited those who failed to comprehend her tastes. She crossed the halls in her graceful pace, revealing herself to her subjects in a glowing light of mild intensity. Her hips swayed alluringly with each step, while her white hair flowed seductively down her bare back. The Queen was claded in her favourite attire:  two golden armour bracelets covering her wrists and forearms and an intricate chain around her waist.<br/><br/>Her molten grey eyes searched the room for a moment and what she assessed at first glance pleased her. The new slaves were chained or tied, some wide awake or completely thrown into confusion, while others were still unconscious. Her eyes narrowed instantly upon realizing what one of her followers had done.<br/>Her voice echoed within the halls, sharp and merciless.<br/><br/>“Who brought one of the Celestials here?”<br/><br/>There was complete silence except for the angel’s shallow breathing. The Queen approached the being to better gaze at his features. She could see the red marks on his back, clearly he did nothing but to resist obedience. No one dared to answer her question, for the one responsible knew what fate awaited her. Still, the Queen saw another opportunity presenting itself to her game. She stretched her right hand and gently touched the first feather of his folded wings with her long fingers.The faintest of smiles rose on her lips.<br/><br/>Passing from one slave to the next she needed no more than a glance to draw the conclusions. For a moment she stopped in front of the white demon, gazing intently into his red eyes. The smile on her features said more about the pleasure of seeing him chained than a thousand words put together. She ahd recognised him and the realization brought memories of a long forgotten time, when she was still loyal to the Demon Lord.<br/><br/>“Zunar’s toy.” She merely said. The burn on his left cheek was new to her.<br/><br/>“Erato!” she called suddenly,waiting for the one in question to show herself. A deamonette claded in leather came forth, willing to take her orders.<br/><br/>“Make sure our guest feels..right at home here.”  Her words held the double meaning Drell was afraid of.  Nothing good could come out of the Queen’s desires , especially if she was thinking about his “old” home.<br/><br/>One by one, all the captures had been taken into account,though it was too early for her to place a fair judgement.<br/><br/>“Take them to your chambers and do what you know best!” The Queen addressed the succubi. Make sure they’re well tamed before you bring them to me!” she said as a final order. “All of them..except these two!” she pointed towards Zaeroses and La'cael'rah. “Keep the angel here and bring the brownie to the Red Chamber!”<br/>She did not need to remind the deamonettes to guard the angel strictly. She was impatient to see the rest of the events and the only thing missing was someone to serve her a drink.<br/>