Ray had tried everything possible: devil magic, his skull, anything that came to his mind, yet his hand couldn't be grown back.
"Can you stop already?" The red queen had taken him to her private chamber; she sat on a throne made out of flames, but Ray had all of his focus on his hand.
Ray raised his head; the title was fitting for her. Her armor was red in every part, with her face having the same features as Cindi's, same blue eyes and red hair; she just seemed a little older than her.
"Maybe if I mix my devil magic with your green flames, I can fix that...."
"If you want your hand, you must kill that thing." She looked down upon Ray's figure; he was fully naked. "Its darkness is like a black hole; anything that goes inside can't return."
Ray sighed, "You have fought it?"
"No. I wouldn't be here if I had."
With a surprised face, he stared into her eyes. Beneath all the anger and rage, Ray could sense something else too: fear.
