Epilogue

Amora’s castle sat on the tallest peak of the tallest mountain it had taken her nearly four hours of flying to reach the top. Looking down as she landed in front of the main gates to her home she smiled to herself as she cracked her neck.  Amora entered the main gates of her castle and looked around. Seeing that none of castle guards or servants were anywhere in sight in the main courtyard she made her way up a flight of steps leading to another gateway. As Amora entered the gate a servant was seen coming out of a doorway off to her left looking to her right Amora saw several suits of armor standing in a row. One of the suits had a spear held in the left hand. Taking the spear in her own hands and noticing the servant didn’t yet see her. Amora smiled as she prepared to throw the spear at the servant. The demon female looked up saw Amora and began to run away from her. Amora threw the spear taking careful aim to hit the servant in the leg and not the back. The weapon found it’s mark striking the female demon in the back left calf of the leg impaling the demons leg. Falling to the ground the servant cried out in pain and in fear of another attack.

“Please don’t kill me I am just a servant I have nothing of value for you.” The servant screamed out as Amora approached her with her sword drawn.

Flipping the blade over in a circular motion a few times Amora walked up to the servant. Knelt down and placed the blade against the severts throat saying to her with clear anger in her voice.

“Where is he?” Amora growled out in anger.

“I don’t know what you talking about.” The servant cried out in fear.

Reaching out Amora grabbed the servant by her throat dragging her over to a nearby window she hit the window with the pommel of her sword shattering it. Then Amora tossed the servant out the window being careful to grab onto the spear just before the servant fell to her death. Holding the spear in her left hand the servant dangled out of the window her body weight causing her to slowly slide off the spear. Amora said while grinning to her as she held the spear in her left hand.

“You have one to two choices to make. You one tell me what I want to know or two you don’t tell me and I let you fall the choice is yours make. Oh, just so you know I am holding you up with my poor arm so you better make your choice and make it soon.” Amora said as she watched the servant slipping further and further off the spear.

Seeing she had little choice in the matter the servant cried out only two words as Amora smiled to herself while holding the spear in her left hand.

“Throne room.” The demon servant cried out in fear.

Amora grinned as she said to the servant who looked from her then to abyss she was being held over.

“Thank you for telling me what I wanted to hear girl.” Amora said as she smiled wickedly to the servant.

The demon servant squeaked out in fear to Amora as she said to her. While Amora held tightly onto the pole of the spear that suspended the servant high above the abyss below her.

“Please let me go I told you what you wanted to hear. Just let me go and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” The servant said as Amora cocked her head to the right then raised a eyebrow and laughed wickedly to the servant.

“Oh, very poor choice of words my dear, very poor choice of words indeed.” Amora said as the servant's eyes grew wide with fear.

The servant being a sucker demon and not having the wings to save herself screamed out as Amora let go of the spear letting the demon fall to her death. Turning towards a flight of stairs leading up to the throne room Amora narrowed her eyes as she raced up the stairs. Twenty minutes later she was standing in front of the throne room doors staring at four royal guards that stood to her left and right. As she took a step towards the guards they all came to attention with one of them saying to her as he turned his back to her opening the door to the throne room for her.

“Make him pay for what he took from us your majesty.” The guard said as Amora walked past him and into the throne room.

Looking straight ahead of her Amora saw the one that had caused her so much anger and pain sitting on her throne. Cracking her neck to the left then raising her sword she screamed out as she charged forward.

“Time to die Tirek.”

Tirek smiled as he leapt off the throne charging towards Amora raising his sword in an overhead attack against her. Amora slid to the floor bring her sword up so the blade faced the right wall blocking his oncoming attack. The sound of metal hitting metal could be heard for hours on end as the two battled each other.  Each one neither gaining nor losing ground in their fight for the demon throne and the right to rule all of Tartarus.