With the traitor constrained to dream torture that she had prepared just for him, they left him to twitch and whimper pathetically. She walked out of the palace with her head held high as she looked around her. The once broken pieces of wreckage before the palace were cleared up. The cracks and on the grounds and broken houses were fixed up, ready to house those who come.
It took a weeks' time and a lot of powers from both her father and herself, but looking at the demons gathering around with smiles on their faces… she could not complain. A long table to fit all guests were set up before the view of her father's obnoxious home. entrée of meals were set up all over the table, with lit candles to adorn it. Music sounded in the opened space from a few sirens playing the harp and strings.
