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Part Two - Chapter Seven - The Queen of Malevolence Herself
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Valkyrie bore her hatred through her angry di-colored yellow-red eyes towards Mystin between the bars of her cell. He wore a smug expression as he paced back and forth between her.
"It amazes me how beautifully you have grown," Mystin spoke.
She tightened her grip on the bars and continued glaring at him.
"You should have obeyed me from the beginning," he sighed and shook his head, "but no; you had to be a rebel. What have you gained from your rebellion? Nothing! What have you lost?" Mystin grunted knowingly.
Valkyrie sneered at him and turned away. He lassoed her neck with a flaming whip and pulled her against the bars. She choked in pain.
"Did you think I would not come back for my throne, usurper!" he hissed in her ear.
She growled and lifted back her leg which connected her heel with his groin. He howled in pain and released his grip on the whip. Valkyrie pulled the inferno whip into the cell with her. She lashed out at Mystin. He fell to the ground. She used the whip to grab the key on his belt. Mystin scrambled to his feet and ran out the metal door.
"Guards," she heard him shout, "do not allow her to escape!"
"Why would I want to leave my kingdom?" Valkyrie commented out loud as she turned the key in the lock which then granted her freedom.
Three demons rushed into the room brandishing their spears at her.
Valkyrie pulled the whip taught in her hands, making it snap, "Do you really want to do this, boys?" The three heavily armored demons charged at her. She huffed a sigh and slashed the whip violently across their necks. Their heads rolled about the already blood stained floor as she kicked their dead bodies out of her way. She pushed open the metal door and the garrison of guards was waiting for her. "If you want to serve as examples to the others then so be it."
The guards exchanged looks with one another and a murmur rose between them.
"Long live the Queen!" a tall, lanky demon announced at the main entrance of the jail.
All the guards started to cheer the same words. Valkyrie huffed and made her way to the demon at the entrance.
"Tannis," she addressed him, "I thought you would be with Mystin?"
"Of course not, your highness!" Tannis bowed, "You have always been the better leader! All demonkind benefitted from your rule!"
"He left you behind, didn't he?" Valkyrie pointed out. She had her arms crossed across her chest.
"Yes," Tannis admitted dejected.
She lifted up his head with the smoldering whip by his chin, "If you prove your loyalty to me, I will let you live."
"I would do anything for you, my Queen!" Tannis knelt before the crimson monarch.
"Bring me, my daughter; you have three months. Fail me and I better not ever see you again," Valkyrie decreed.
"I will go at once and bring her to you, my Queen!" Tannis kissed her feet and hustled out the gates.
Valkyrie rolled her eyes. A tall, brutish demon caught her eyes, "You. With the tusks. Come."
The boarish demon immediately went over to her and knelt before her, "What is it you require of me, my Queen?"
"Are those," she pointed to the two blades on his belt, "my daggers?" she inquired of him.
"M-Mystin told me to hold onto them!" he blurted and began untying them from his belt. He felt her icy finger press against his chest which stopped him. He gazed into her violent eyes and his heart stopped.
She pulled the daggers out of their sheaths, "I just want my daggers. The original sheaths are in the palace." She smiled up at him, "Thank you for holding my treasures. You are dismissed."
The demon swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his heart beat again, "Y-Yes, my Queen!"
Valkyrie strode through the halls of her palace. Good thing that arrogant man wasted the time gloating instead of redecorating. By now, the traitorous succubus would be long gone, which was unfortunate, since Valkyrie need a temporary place to sheath her blades.
"Herald!" she called out.
A imp manifested out of thin air and landed beside Valkyrie, it scurried after her,"Y-Yes, my Queen?"
"Post a bounty for two billion gold ingots for the succubus: Mimi," Valkyrie ordered, "I want her alive."
"A-At once, my Queen!" before the imp could do as she was commanded, her queen grabbed her wing to stop her.
"You did not have any part of my capture, did you?" Valkyrie interrogated the imp in her clutches before her eyes.
"Yes, my Queen!" the imp wailed and bawled. "Mimi threatened to rip off my wings! I'm so sorry! Mercy, my Queen!"
Valkyrie palmed the face of the imp and growled, "Stop your sniveling!" She released the imp who hovered in the air momentarily before landing on a bust. "I understand all too well what it is like to lose one's wings," Valkyrie spoke softly.
The imp placed a tiny, reassuring red hand on the queen' thigh, "I knew you would come back, my Queen!"
Valkyrie gazed at the beaming, blonde haired imp below her and smiled, "Thank you, Treesie." She cleared her throat, "Now, the bounty."
Treesie saluted her queen, "At once, my Queen!"
After thirty minutes of walking, from the jail to the palace, she finally opened the door to her room. Pictures and portraits of Grey covered every wall and the ceiling; all the covers on her bed and all the pillow cases had Grey's face on them. She jumped on her bed and hugged the life-size Grey doll tightly. She rolled on the bed a few times with him in her clutches.
"Grey!" she cooed atop the doll. "I love you so!" she held his face with her hands then slowly wrapped her hands around his neck. "I just want to rip out your cheating, little heart!" she strangled the doll with her eyes ablaze. She sighed and rested her head against his chest, "But if I do that, you won't be able to fuck me anymore."
She raked her fingers down the dolls chest, "Are you even thinking of me? Do you even miss me?" She sniffled, "Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? Words are few I have spoken; I could waste a thousand years. Wrapped in sorrow words are token. Come inside and. . . catch. . . my. . . tears. . ." A single tear stained the doll. She reached over in the bedside drawer and pulled out a music player. She placed the buds in her ear and played her number one song.
She drifted off to sleep to dream about happier times.
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