"The culprit must burn in the river of Phlegethon to make sure it will realize that the words of the princess are absolute. Anyone who would go against the princess would have to bear the consequences." The gut wrenching sound was coming from the dark when fifteen year old Lucy saw herself sitting on a strange throne made of rocks and covered with thorns.
The place was dark and full of strange men standing there and cheering as if they were happy when the criminal was dragged. She could see the cracks on the ground that had fire flowing in them instead of water.
The place was so ominous that Lucy broke in the cold sweats as she held her duvet tightly.
"Princess, would you like to take a rest now. I have arranged your favorite demons to entertain you." Lucy felt that the girl turned to look at her smirked as if she had felt her presence and she flinched.
