Queen 1 — Overthrow- The Demon

The corridor beyond was vast, lined with statues of the queen in her various forms—beautiful, terrible, serene, enraged. Each statue had eyes that seemed to follow the intruders. Sera avoided looking at them directly. Kaelen counted his steps. The hooded figure kept one hand on the God-Killer.

Kaelen’s blood turned to ice. “Don’t listen. Strike! ” Overthrow- The Demon Queen 1

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” the queen purred, rising from her throne. She stepped over the broken God-Killer like it was a child’s toy. “I am not some petty demon to be banished with a sharp rock and good intentions. I am the end of your kind. I am the silence after your last word. And you—” She looked at Kaelen, at Sera, at the hooded figure. “—are the last three people in this world who still remember how to fight.” The corridor beyond was vast, lined with statues

The queen materialized on her throne.

“Here,” the hooded figure whispered, pressing something into Kaelen’s hand. A small vial of liquid that glowed faintly blue. “For the pain. It will last long enough.” Kaelen counted his steps