"Lanoria where's your castle, I'm bored of walking around this city."
"It's right here my lord."
"Oh it's so small," Dreadon said looking at the stables.
"No those are the stables, look behind you," I said correcting him.
"Oh that makes sense now, why are we here again?" Dreadon asked with the voice of an impatient child fitting his current form.
"to regain what is rightfully mine," I answer seeing younger brother on the balcony above us.
"This will look enough like a suicide, winds of misfortune," I say casting my spell.
Spppppppllllaaaat!!!
My brother was no longer the king of anything.
As the guards frantically rushed around like little ants I entered my castle, "Now to get rid of my half bread niece and nephew, and their filthy demon mother," I calmly walked through through the castle that had once held me captive, and slowly but surely found the half bread boy's room.
"Hello nephew, I'm your aunt Lanoria Barnette the rightful ruler of this country, now either die quietly or die like a man fighting for his life, either way you're dead."
"Get away from my son you bitch!" The living filth that had birthed the half bread sitting in front of me growled as she appeared between me and her fight spawn, she then created a portal telling the girl to take care of the her spawn before pushing them through.
"Lanoria, I finished eating that feast you prepared," Dreadon said nonchalantly walking through the door, as the demon's eyes widened in shock,
"You gave up your humanity, didn't you?" the filth asked me.
"Lowly demons don't get to speak in front of superior races," I said before a laughter overtook me while I knocked the delightfully funny filth to the floor and stomped on its head repeatedly until all that was left was pile of red goo with chunks of brain and bone skatered with in it.