With the pounding of the eroding flow of molten earth, and the hiss of sizzling gas and air, it would appear that the volcano was quickly blossoming into life. Whether it be for benevolent reasons, such as setting the stage for such a grand encounter, or malevolent reasons, such as ridding the Black Fatalis from its air, such activity stirred within her a heated passion. Energy originating from the core of planet radiated her mind and pumped her blood full of epinephrine.
As she allowed her delicate feet to gingerly touch the heated rock flooring, her heart began to pound in rhythm with that of the flow of the earth, and she felt herself begin to meld with power. No wonder why this king had taken to this refuge: it was as addictive as she imagined. An immediate attraction took place, and yet she felt herself want to recede. To pull forth and uproot, to retreat back the loving, ensnaring arms of her fortress. Her conquest would not extend to this hallow place.
The day spent diminishing the population of man within her palace’s walls had been tedious and fruitful in itself. Neither sex had escaped her vengeful wrath as flame consumed their banners and their lives, and none had ventured to her territory and returned. She was a demon plagued with the necessity to exist and expand, like a cancer. Within her lifetime, the queen had dominated countless warrior after warrior and army after army to solidify her dominance within her realm. To give it up for such an attraction would toss it away, and thus she resisted and fought on.
Her stature was poised as her feet graced the soft, warm ground: her neck was arced; her abdomen tucked; and her wings held aloft, but folded, above her shoulders. She was a living statue that exemplified the more feminine side of their species, yet remained toxic and deadly. Smoke was puffed forth from her oval nostrils as the monarch did not break eye contact with this male, its wisp-like form faint and near transparent in the crippling warmth. Here she was, prepared to share many years worth of encounters with a fellow deity.
"From the beginning of my rule," she would begin, "there have always been those who have desired to end it. Conquering a nation is quite a costly business - for humans, that is. Within an entire sun cycle, from sunrise to sunset, I culled their weakest members and then proceeded to efface them from their citadel. Their treasury, their history, their people all turned to bone and melted flesh. What entertainment is there for a queen without a people? Extending one’s lands and the occasional vengeful peasant from far away." Satisfaction bubbled in her heart as she recounted a very brief summary of the beginnings of her encounter with humans, and she pressed on, "Naturally, it is hard to fill one’s day with pleasure should you right off execute your quarry. Nay, it is best to tease them. Some are more flighty than others, while others still seem to like to punch at an unwavering force. I prefer the former, for they provide the most enjoyment. What of you, king?"
