Her claw gently stroked her throne, while her eyes stared forth from the corners, directly upon the scars that blessed her naked flesh.

In, she dipped her hand into the marble of throne, like it were made of a liquid, disguised as a state of solidicity.

"... I am, Renna The Betrayer, Emperor of Zarcurgis." She spoke softly, "Our goals are elsewhere." Her voice echoed throughout the entirity of the kingdom, "Our purpose, no longer required."

Blood trickled from her lips, as the room shook, the pillars of dark stone falling from the foundations, as violent earthquakes tore her throne room apart. "Flee, my daughters, my sons. My... Friends. For the end, is now."

(I'd like to thank, and send mu love to a few people. Alain-mun. Belial-mun. Jewell-mun. Ayreg-mun. Necromesh-mun. Alex-mun.)