A man of culture, Mithras naturally gave Vel his shoulder, letting the demon queen empty her tears in his arms. Meanwhile, a little someone hovered high above the royal palace's gates, watching it all unfold from a distance.
With lustrous silver hair that curled at her back, and a spiral of dazzling flames that coiled up her form, that bombshell managed the mesmerizing feat of combining grace with bestial allure. Her phoenix eyes instantly kindling the lust of the opposite gender.
If not Elektra, who else?
But now, the Queen of Monsters had lost some of her shine, wavering in the sky as she shook from head to toe.
