The Abyssal Rift's eerie silence was broken by a crackle of darkfire. Seated on a throne carved from twisted bone and encased in black flame was the Dark Sovereign herself. Her crimson skin gleamed like polished rubies under the flickering light, and her golden eyes burned with malevolent amusement as she leaned back, fingers steepled in front of her.
"They're finally talking about me," she purred, her voice a velvety blend of menace and mockery. Her hair, a cascade of liquid fire, swirled around her like a living entity, reacting to her every word. "Took them long enough. For a bunch of royals, they're not exactly quick on the uptake."
Behind her throne, a small, hunched demon with mottled gray skin and an oversized pair of bat-like ears trembled. He held a crystal orb aloft, its surface shimmering with scenes from the royal demon castle.
