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Demon Queened - Chapter 67 - Rough Draft
🕑 Added 2025-02-21 23:04:30 +0000 UTCDevilla
First things first, aside from landing and placing my prisoner upon the ground, I decided I needed to cool my head. Quite literally, in fact, as it took me merely a moment to conjure up a ball of water large enough to dunk my head into. From there, I made the water vibrate vigorously before letting it descend down from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. By the time it was over, the originally clear water had turned a murky black. I, on the other hand, was clean as a whistle.
“You really are the Demon Queen, huh?” the dragon asked me, staring at my hair. The locks were quite dry, my control over the water ensuring that none of it remained upon myself, but I doubt that’s what he was staring at. More likely he was taking in the fact that my hair was pure white, the dye having burned off in our fight.
“Just as you are truly a dragon… I assume?” Though she currently looked like a dragon girl, similar to Lenora, I was fairly sure actual dragon girls had no ability to call forth their monstrous ancestry. If they could then they’d be even stronger than the real deal, seeing as how monster girls almost always outclassed the monsters they’d come from. Indeed, if Lenora were to fight this dragon, in this form, she’d undoubtedly come out on top - but if she were to face the mountainous form it had taken before… Well, quantity was a quality all of its own.
“Yeah, I’m a dragon,” the creature confirmed. “And my name’s Jahara, if you’re wondering.”
“I wasn’t,” I replied, still a little too annoyed for common courtesy. I would start calling her by name, though, now that I knew she had one. “I am curious as to why you were flying towards the city, though.”
“Ah, well… about that…” Jahara muttered. “Usually, I just attend the festival as a human, but get this! Some asshole adventurers snuck into my cave and stole the money I’d earned over the last year!”
“You earned money?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow.
“Sometimes I go into town and sell some of my shed scales and talons. Claim I snuck into a dragon’s cave for them… bet that’s what gave those brat adventurers the idea in the first place, come to think of it!”
“Right… and the reason a lack of money led to an attack on the city of Gour?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t call it an attack! I just sorta figured I’d scare all the humans off, and then help myself to a snack… I mean, come on, I saved up all year just to come feast! Am I supposed to give it all up just because some jerks stole my money? You understand, right?”
“I can’t say I do,” I replied, my voice cold as I could make it. Cold enough to make Jahara take a startled step back. “You do realize you ruined the festival for everyone else, just for your own selfish gain?”
“I mean… humans can make that shit for themselves any time they want, can’t they? I don’t even know how to cook! I only eat things raw or charred most of the year! This was… I mean, sure, I knew I might have to explain myself to a few of the other dragons, but, well… I thought I could take them. Never thought I’d run into an anomaly like you.”
“An anomaly,” I echoed. Was that what I was? An anomaly? It would explain why I could easily handle a creature that should have been my equal, or near to it. Why the dragon was unable to hurt me. That, or there could be some secret to Lucy’s power, something that allowed the Heroine - and only the Heroine - to hurt me. Both were perfectly reasonable explanations.
So why, then, did I feel a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach? Why did my mind continuously flicker to a third option? One that I didn’t even want to put words to…
I needed answers, and there was only one person I could think of that might have them. Unfortunately, she was at the tower, and I… I was stuck babysitting this fool of a dragon.
“What?” Jahara asked, backing up a step. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to skin me and turn me into a handbag… How the hell do you manage to look so scary when you’re tiny and nu- oh, shit, what did I say this time!?”
“I am not short! You’re just tall!” Six feet tall, to be precise.
“I don’t know,” Jahara muttered. “I’ve seen a few Demon Queens over the centuries, you know? In the distance, mostly, but still. I’m pretty sure you’re small for one.”
“That’s…” I grit my teeth. “If you must know, my dam was apparently on the small side.”
“Is that why you’re giving me the handbag look?” Jahara asked. “Because I’m pretty sure you could pull it off, and it’s really creeping me out.”
“...Apologies,” I muttered, forcing myself to look away from her. “It’s just that there’s something I want to check up on.”
“Hey, I’m not going to keep you here! If you wanna leave…”
“And let you continue with your rampage?” I demanded, turning my gaze back toward her. “No. Where I go, you’re coming. The only problem is, I left a message for Lucy to meet me here, at the sight of our fight…”
“I wasn’t going to go into a rampage! I just figured I could, maybe, you know, still sneak a bite or two from the abandoned stalls before people start filtering back in again.”
“I’m not sure they will be coming back anytime soon,” I replied. “Not if anyone figured out my presence, in all this mess.” It was hard to believe nobody had caught sight of me flying through the skies. If nothing else, my midair fight and our eventual finale should have been fairly flashy.
“So… there’s still a chance I could grab some food once you’re done with me?” Jahara asked, giving me puppy dog eyes.
“You…” Where, exactly, was the vicious dragon that had tried to kill me? “Fine. If it’s food you wish, then it’s food you shall have. So long as you promise to shut up about it after.”
Saying so, I bent down to snatch up my Empty Bag, and began to full forth bowls and plates. Tomato stew that had been simmered slowly over the course of a day, steak so tender it would fall apart at a touch, and of course some crispy fries with a side of spicy… not-quite-ketchup. The taste was almost there, but the consistency was off.
“Have at it,” I declared, manipulating the earth to form a simple table, made of compact dirt. Placing the dishes down, I ignored Jahara’s gasps of shock, as well as the disaster of an eating scene that followed as the dragon began to gobble everything up with her bare hands, even going so far as to stick her fingers directly into the stew to scoop it up.
I focused, instead, on something much less distressing - my wardrobe. I’d been naked ever since the dragon breathed flame on me, and now I’d washed off even the ashen remains of my outfit. It was only natural that I drew more clothes from my bag. A backless red crop top and a short black skirt, to be precise, alongside a new pair of heels.The latter in particular helped, my bad mood dispersing a little now that my footwear had been dealt with.
“Oh man, what is this stuff?” Jahara asked, between bites of food. “I mean, it’s all stuff I had before, but the meat, the stew! It tastes so much better than what I usually get!”
“Of course. No matter how good the food at those stalls may be, they simply lack the sheer amount of time and care that goes into a palace dish. Though I can’t help but notice you didn’t mention the fries…”
“I mean, they’re alright? Not something I’ve had a lot of before, so I guess that’s nice. Sauce is new, too. But it’s just… I mean, they’re fries. There’s sort of a limit to what you can do with them, you know?”
Lacking a mirror, at the time, I’m not entirely sure what expression I made in response to this blasphemous statement. I do know that it made Jahara shut up in a hurry, though, busying her mouth with eating instead. Probably for the best.
For my own part, I pulled out a plate of fries and ketchup, determined to properly enjoy what the damn dragon failed to appreciate. We ate in silence, each of us focused on our food, and neither of us having anything to say to the other.
For my part, I was still rather annoyed at the situation I’d found myself in. Even if it was ultimately my fault for rushing ahead without a second thought. I wondered what was wrong with me, that I’d rush out to risk myself for people who weren’t even mine, without a second thought… but I knew that if I didn’t, Lucy would have, the moment she got back, and I didn’t even want to think about the way she’d look at me if I refused to help those in need. Regardless of whether I was met with forgiveness or hatred, it would surely have altered our relationship.
…Not that the damn dragon had even intended on hurting anyone, apparently, but I hadn’t known that at the time!
As for why Jahara kept silent… I’d like to say it was tact, but mostly I think she was just too invested in her food to pay attention to me. Especially since I kept pulling out more from my bag, letting her stuff her face until, finally…
“That’s it! Enough! I’ve made up my mind!”
“On what?” I inquired, arching an eyebrow.
“On joining you! I don’t care how scary you are, if working for you comes with perks like this I am one hundred percent on board!”
“You…” I stared at Jahara for a long moment. “I don’t recall ever giving you a choice, you know…”
Whether she’d intended to hurt people or not, Jahara’s actions had forced the evacuation of an entire city. Who knew how many people had gotten hurt? Or at the very least severely inconvenienced. In truth, I hadn’t decided what to do with her, at all - but letting her go scott free had never been an option.
“I suppose it’s for the best if you’re following me around willingly, though…” I conceded, after a moment.
“At your command, boss!” Jahara declared, hand on her heart…. Or at least I initially assumed she was aiming for thereabouts, only to be caught off guard when she put a hand on her stomach instead. “Just keep on feeding me, alright?”
“I’ll let the kitchens know to prepare extra meals in the future,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “For now, though, I’d ask you to be quiet. I need to think.”
“Sure thing boss!” Jahara declared, miming the locking of her lips with a hand, before ‘throwing away the key.’
I said nothing, lost in thought about what to do next… or at least I wanted to be caught up in thoughts of logistics. I knew what I wanted to do next, though - I knew who I needed to talk to, to get the answers that I sought. I just didn’t want to think about what those answers might be. I still had a terrible feeling in my gut, whispering that I wouldn’t like the answer.
So, instead, I went over my plans in my head, again and again. How I’d make it back to the tower - flight, most likely, unless Lucy thought to bring the teleportation pad with her - what I’d say to Abigail - I’d keep the small talk to a minimum; I wasn’t in any state to enjoy her company, and she certainly wouldn’t enjoy mine as I was right now - and who I’d talk to first - Sylvanna. If anyone knew where Doll was, it would be her.
Of course, there were also some worries about Lucy to keep my mind occupied. Would she be mad at me for racing off without her? Would she have preferred I come to get her on her date? Had I made the right move by her will? What would she have done, if I’d died?
Eventually, my brooding silence was interrupted by the sound of branches breaking, twigs snapping, and a loud, “Hello? Eena? Are you out here!?” as a familiar figure came walking through the woods, panting heavily from exertion. She’d probably run all the way here.
“I’m over here, Grell!” I called out, trying not to let the exasperation show on my face. “Did you really chase me all the way out here? For what?”
“To punch a dragon, of course!” Grell replied, puffing up her chest, and tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder. “And to arm wrestle the… Demon Queen? Wow. You’re… the Demon Queen?”
“I thought I made that fairly obvious when I sprouted the black wings,” I remarked. “Though I suppose I lacked my trademark white hair at the time.”
“Right… You’re… the Demon Queen,” Grell muttered. “I’m going to arm wrestle the Demon Queen… Wow. That’s a story. You’re, uh, not going to kill me, are you?”
“Please. If I was going to be killing anyone it would be our new dragon friend. If she’s still standing, then you’re certainly fine.”
“Right!” Grell shot me a weak smile. “Does… uh… the Heroine know?”
“Does it matter to you if she does?” I shot back.
“Maybe? I mean, politically, it’s a pretty big deal I think…. Also probably says something about the state of the world, and our potential doom? Or something? But honestly, I suck at complex topics like that. I mean, the way you apologized, and then ran off to fight… Honestly, I’m just confused! Especially without Dyona to explain everything to me. So at the end of the day, I’m mostly just here to do what I do best - punching dragons! And, uh, making sure you know Dyona’s stopping any birds from going out with word of a demon’s presence. Because that’s probably important?”
Air rushed out of me in a loud sigh, a tension I wasn’t even aware I was carrying fading away in that moment. It seemed that Lucy wouldn’t be getting into trouble after all. At least not right away. With luck, maybe we could even figure a way out of this mess together…
“Thank you,” I said, after a moment. “The dragon is right before you. Feel free to punch her to your heart’s desire.”
“H-hey!” Jahara protested.
“You can take it, can’t you?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “I doubt a human fist would even leave a bruise on you.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s besides the point! You can’t just offer me up as a punching bag!”
“I’ll treat you to dessert.”
“So, about using me as a punching bag!” Jahara replied, giving Grell a sharp toothed smile. “Should I change into my full dragon form? Or my full human form? That one would probably hurt you the least to punch.”
“...Eena… Did you… tame the dragon I wanted to punch?”
“A little,” I confessed. “She was rather easy to win over, actually… Is that a problem?”
“Of course it’s a problem! I can’t go around punching people’s pets!”
“Uh, I’m more of a freelance employee, I think…”
“She’s more of a pest than a pet,” I said, simultaneously.
“I’ll totally challenge you both to arm wrestling, though!”
“You’ll lose,” I warned her. “Even against Jahara, I suspect.”
“What’s this even nonsense!? I’m strong, I tell you! I’m strong!”
“Probably!” Grell agreed, ignoring the protests of the local pest. “But hey, how many girls can say they got totally wrecked by the Demon Queen and her pest dragon?”
I stared at Grell for a moment, then let out a sigh, gesturing to the table. “Very well. But in return, I’d like you to carry a message to Lucy - let her know that I have something urgent to take care of in the tower, and that she should join me there when she has a moment.”
“Easy!” Grell declared, plopping her elbow down on the table and lifting her hand up for me to take.
I did so, getting my own arm into position before throwing a glance Jahara’s way. “If you wouldn’t mind being the judge for this one?”
“On the count of three!” Jahara declared by way of answer. “Two! One! Go!”
The bout itself went about as expected, of course. Perhaps a little better? Grell survived without so much as a sprain, after all. The table I’d made on the other hand… didn’t.
“Gah! My stew!”
***
Flying upon a dragon was an interesting experience. One that Jacob likely would have enjoyed greatly, seeing as how it was one of his whimsical fantasies I was currently living out. For my own part, though, I found it rather dull. Also uncomfortable. The scales beneath my legs were unable to deal any damage to me, but if I were a normal human I was pretty sure their sharp and rough edges would have cut me to ribbons.
It was fast, though. Faster than I? I couldn’t say. It wasn’t as if I could simply leave the dragon behind, though, so even if she was slower than me it didn’t make much of a difference in the end. Even if we’d been flying side by side, I’d have had to keep pace with her, after all. I certainly wasn’t willing to carry her the whole way.
Regardless, with her flying at top speed and me focusing my magic on creating a proper shield against the wind, I doubt it took more than an hour or two before the tower was in sight. When we reached the edge of its surrounding wasteland, however, I tapped Jahara’s back twice - a signal to go down.
“I don’t need you causing panic in the tower,” I told her, once we’d landed and she’d craned her neck around to look at me. “Take your dragon girl form, and we can fly the rest of the way side by side.”
“Whatever you say, boss!” Jahara agreed. The feminine voice was a little… disconcerting, coming from a mighty dragon, but so long as she was voicing agreement I figured I could deal with it.
I soon found, to my disappointment, that Jahara was noticeably slower in her human form. She was weaker, too, apparently, and felt naked with so few scales covering her - though, to be fair, the red dress she’d conjured onto herself was apparently made of transformed scales, and boasted similar defensive properties. Perhaps the fact that it could come off was the source of her discomfort?
I wasn’t in the mood to question her, regardless. As such, we traveled to the tower in silence, reaching the hundred and first floor without issue.
“The kitchens are that way,” I told Jahara, pointing towards a nearby door. “You can ask Lenora to cook you something, if she’s on duty. Just tell them I sent you.”
“Wait, you’re letting me out of your sight? Does this mean you trust me? It’s a sign of growth in our relationship!”
“It’s a sign of the space being too small for you to transform, and the walls likely being indestructible. Just… don’t hurt Lenora, or anything. She’s a dragon girl.”
“Ew…” Jahara grumbled, wrinkling her nose. “A dragon girl? Seriously?”
“Is that a problem?” I questioned her. “I know monsters don’t tend to like the monster girls that evolve from them, but I’d have thought you beyond such instincts.”
“I mean, it’s not like I’m going to act on them or anything,” Jahara replied, “but still… being near a dragon girl puts my scales on edge.”
“You’ll have to deal with it. For now, I’ve got something to handle.”
Saying so, I parted ways with Jahara, and made my way back out the window of the hundred and first floor. I considered, briefly, going to see Abigail - there was a chance she was still on her date, and I was sure neither her nor Lucy would mind its interruption for something like this. At the same time, though, I couldn’t help but think they deserved a care-free date. If they were still on it, I honestly didn’t wish to interrupt, and if they weren’t than it was likely only a matter of time before Lucy popped in of her own accord.
And… to be honest… I wasn’t entirely in the mood for a conversation, at the moment. Not even with those I loved.
Of course, with that in mind, one can imagine how little I was looking forward to my talk with General Sylvanna, who’s door I soon found myself knocking on.
Silence followed my knock for a long moment. Then I heard a squelchy noise, moments before the door creaked open to reveal a slimy pink figure. It was a large portion of her body, too, much to my relief - six feet of her, about.
“Devilla?” she asked. “What do you want?”
“Where’s Doll?”
“What? Not going to ask after my day?” she demanded, crossing her arms. “Maybe tell me how you’re doing on your quest for the fucking depetrification spell? I know you offloaded it onto your maid, already, but if you’re planning to make excuses than you could at least make them yourself.”
“Where’s Doll, Sylvanna?” I repeated, through gritted teeth. “I need to talk to her.”
“Well, maybe I need to talk to you. You know, I don’t appreciate it when-”
“If you want me to transform your people back so badly, I can start right away,” I interrupted. “I just can’t guarantee anyone I try it on will survive. But I’m sure there’s one or two individuals you wouldn’t mind me testing on, hmm? Perhaps someone you’ve always hated? Or perhaps you want me to test on you? I’d have to petrify you, to begin with, but I’m fairly sure I could turn you back without too much damage. You’re a slime, so you might even be able to piece yourself back together if things go wrong. Maybe.”
“I-” Sylvanna started, then stopped, staring at me with wide eyes. “You…”
“I will get my hands on the proper spell,” I continued. “I will heal your people. I’m not delaying for no reason, or making excuses to expend time. It’s literally the next thing on my docket. But right at this second, I need to see Doll.”
Sylvanna scowled at me, for a moment, not saying anything at all. Then she turned around, slithering back to her desk and yanking open a drawer. Reaching in, she pulled something out and tossed it my way.
“Here,” she said, glaring at me. “She said you’d know what it meant.”
I stared down at the object in my arms - at the stuffed rabbit I hadn’t seen since I was a child.
Then I turned around, and walked out the door.
***
Standing in front of my mother’s bedroom, I took a deep breath. Unnecessary? Perhaps. It was calming, though. At least in theory. In truth, my heart was beating a mile a minute and my palms were clammy as I reached for the door.
I half expected it to be locked - it was supposed to be locked - but it opened easily. On the other side was my mother’s bedroom - a room so similar to my own. The bed was in the same place, the nightstand besides it a near duplicate of my own. The closet door was open, though, revealing an empty space where clothes had been tossed aside - and on the other side of it was another open door. Something I was certain didn’t exist in my own closet. Not that I’d ever checked.
Shaking that thought off, I walked forwards, towards and then through the door, into a large blank space. A white room, with walls so uniform that the floor and ceiling and everything all blended together, creating a blank space that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
In the center of the room was a podium, atop which was a black ball. One that pulsated with not just light but holy magic - powerful enough that I could sense it, the moment I entered the same room. Potent enough that it likely should have spilled out into the bedroom at large.
I wasn’t going to question why it didn’t, though. It was probably just some feature of the room, anyways. My concerns was focused solely on the person feeding it magic, though.
General Doll. She stood there, with her straight black hair and her dark eyes, features as perfect as a doll, her attention solely focused on me. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. It was as if every word I’d wanted to say, every question I’d wanted to ask, had fled me. I had plenty of them, starting with the nature of this place and ending with the nature of myself, yet not a one left my lips.
Not until Doll spoke.
“Tell me truthfully, Devilla,” she said in a flat voice. “You messed up the rite. Yes?”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. Her eyes had pierced me, like a thumbtack through a bug.
“The Rite of Insight. The one spell every Demon Queen must cast upon their coronation. The spell which seals you to your duty, and makes you the true queen - messed it up. Didn’t you?”
Again, I said nothing. I didn’t even breathe. I just swallowed.
“I heard the words you spoke. I’ve heard them hundreds of times before. You said the last word wrong, yet the spell still seemingly went off. Even I was fooled into thinking it had somehow succeeded, anyways… but it didn’t, did it?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. For all that I’d come to interrogate her, I felt less like her Queen in that moment and more like an errant child.
Still, after a moment, I managed to ask, “So what if it didn’t?”
Now it was Doll’s time to stay silent, as her eyes trailed over me, taking in every inch of my form before her gaze finally settled on my own again.
“If it didn’t succeed,” she began, “then it failed. And if it failed… then it means your mother’s wish somehow came true. It means you’re the first Demon Queen in history to escape Luci’s geas.”
~~~
Author's Notes
You guys have no idea how long I've been waiting to drop this reveal... I was so excited for it, I even blasted through another chapter! Wrote this entire thing today. Hopefully it's decent, because I'm running on, like, 5 hours of "half-sleep" and a little bit of a nap where I failed to actually pass out.
More soon. Probably. I hope. I don't want to make any guarantees, because I don't want to push myself to the point of burn out, but I am really excited for the next chapter too.... after which I'll likely take a break from DQ to work on the slime story. (Hopefully. I really do want to get something done for the $5+ patrons. But DQ has my attention right now...)
