Introduction

[/A Knight from the Kingdom of Light is sent by the ruler of that Kingdom to the Realm of Darkness. The two are useually opposits, while not openly fighting their has always been animosity between the two Kingdoms. Now, however, a new threat has stired and revealed its strength, as well as the two Kingdom's frailty in comparison. The Knight that has been sent is none other than Prince Alastor Lamont, the Kings son, in an attempt to negoiate and alleigence with the Dark Realms Queen.

The Story

Evil things stir in the Dead Wastes far beyond the Mountains in the North. Yet that land had been acknowleged by both Light and Dark realms as being empty wasteland, not even worth being part of either Kingdom. Yet rumour grew of a terrible King that now ruled their, a tyrant of unimaginable malice and power, that now wished to conquer the two Kingdoms. Scouting parties and messengers had both never returned when they had been sent to cross the mountains, the Tyrant only wishes to conquer.

Alastor dismounted his horse, along with the Royal Guard that accompanied him, and after submitting to a search he entered the throne room. Alastor stopped a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the strange gloom that he had strode into. The throne room was the exact opposit of his Father's which was airy and full of light. In contrast this one was shadowy, red coals gave the room a sinister red glow in parts. Yet the pillars and floor of the room, and the dias the throne rested upon, were carved out of a strange block stone that was strangely cold, yet very smooth to the touch. It was a legendary stone, said to almost impossible to carve and yet the mastery of this people craft stood before him. All this struck him in a heartbeat, the rest of the time the true wonder inhabited his mind. That was the beuty of the Dark Queen that sat upon the throne.

The Queen's eyes were an Imperial Purple, said in ancient times to have been the colour of the Gods themselves, her skin pale from lack of sunlight that contrasted to her raven black hair. As she noted his entry she leaned forward, lazily placing a her head in her hand, watching him with eyes that burned with devious cunning. She smiled, it was a playful sneer, and Alastor was sure she'd winked at him. Demon's are known for their moral bankruptcy, and known further still for corrupting others. There teaching of his father. He stood, met her playful gaze in silence. After a moment she spoke, her voice soft yet not without power.

"So...King Lamont sends his only son and heir to my court. A gamble, in less peaceful times you'd be locked in my personal dungeon. However this is a time of peace, so i shall grant you the audience you were promised."

Alastor sensed mockery when she spoke of his father, yet he let his anger go. It seemed from what she'd just said this particular Demon had a lustful passion for torture, a banned practise in his own realm.

"My father bid me to come to your court to seek an alliance against the new threat that has stirred in the North, villages have-"

"I am well aware of what goes on at my borders young Prince. However i have demands of my own if i am to make any such alliance with your dear father."

Demons, Alastor thought, never did anything unless they benefitted from it. Alastor began to see this alliance could be very one sided indeed. The Dark Queen leaned back upon her throne, continued to eye him playfully as though inviting lustful thoughts to fill his mind.

"My father said i was to deny no request, such is the importance and urgency of the threat both kingdoms are faced with."

Her eyes blazed to that, the devious mind seemingly working, as a slow smirk appeared upon her face. Evidently his father had played right into her hands, yet Alastor could not think what she desired to react so openly in front of him.

"Anything," The purring whisper as she once again looked at him with a widening smile, "Then i demand you stay here as my guest, while i prepare my forces for your father of course. Leave us."

To Alastor's amazement the whole court emptied, their were relativly few people but all who were present bowed their heads and left in silence. To dismiss the court on a whim like that in his fathers Kingdom was a gross act of rudeness. Alastor stood rooted, feeling a growing heat as though the room had become unbearably hot. In fact hit was her relentless, merciless gaze that brought about the feeling. Once she was certain they were alone she rose, just below his height, walking until she was uncomfortably close to Alastor.

"Now my Prince, you will swear your loyalty to me. As ruler of this realm i have many enemies. You will stay with me here and do my bidding and recognise me as your Queen during your stay here. Kneel before me and swear."

Alastor hesitated for a moment, looked into those eyes as they looked back at his. For a moment a battle of wills took place, yet in her own realm she crushed him. Alastor sunk to his knees, a little embarassed but he took it seriously. The Queen noted his position, smiled to herself, all in good time...

"I swear by my Sword to submit to your will as Soverign of this Kingdom."

The Queen put out a boot as he bowed hiss head low, Alastor looked up in seeming outrage as her eyes burned even brighter with that playful fire. It humilated him, yet he had to submit. Alastor kissed the boot, respectfully keeping his head bowed for a time. She bid him to rise.

"Excellent, i have many uses for you at present. For now you shall accompany me and relax as i trust you are tired from your journey."


So Alastor followed her, his new life as her servant had begun. It would take some getting used to. Alastor was expected to follow her every command, had sworn to do so. Should the Queen's enemies so their faces, he would not hesitate in bringing them to justice.

The Roleplay

An open RP with as many characters as the RP'rs see fit, Alastor is learning quickly that living at the Demon Queens command entailed far more than he first thought. He was not her servant, he was a slave to her will. Some nicknamed him High Inquisitor in the court as he brought peasant rebels to his Queen's torture chambers and dungeons. In private he was commanded to worship her, she played her games with him constantly, seeing how far he would go for her amusement. Alastor also learned that defiance has its consequences, so too did obdience have its rewards.