Last night, Elise Sinclair had been drinking and discussing life with her brother, Aaron, and his wife. In her good spirits, she had downed a few extra cups.
But when she woke up, the sky had fallen.
Now, she sat high upon the throne in the great hall of The Demon Palace. Below her, a massive, densely packed crowd of The Demon Realm's highest-ranking officials knelt on the floor.
"Greetings, Demon Lord," they chanted in unison. "Greetings, Demon Lord. May The Demon Lord reign for eternity and command all directions."
Hearing their voices, Elise sobered up instantly. She immediately bolted upright from her slouched position on the throne, her gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd.
With a single glance, she recognized them all as familiar faces. There were elders, Demon Generals, and Fiend Kings from various territories. At this moment, they all knelt before her with their heads bowed, expressions solemn and respectful.
