Queen of the Netherworld

I spent my entire night at it but I managed to fix all the important passwords and emails so that’s good.

So apparently my main email address is heavily compromised. What a way to start off a day.

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Screams! “STOP BRINING THAT DAMN THING UP OVER AND OVER AGAIN!”

“Excuse me your highness but…. Knowing the anons they’re never going to stop…might as well just accept your fate…”

“A perverted Idiot who finds way too much fun in making my supposed romantic life a mess who should stop being such a weirdo.”

Silence befell the Tyrant. Being scolded? Is that what this is? And over an event that very well might not have occurred as of yet? How dare this wretched husk. But, he remained calm. Steady as a rippling stream. But inside…fire. 

He approaches the self proclaimed ‘Tyrant Overlord’, bowing his head and closing his eyes softly. 

“Yes, perhaps one day my foolishness might get the best of me…I have no Netherworld of my own, so I never once had a thought about sacrifice for others beyond my…one comrade…But-…”

He cuts himself off there. Waiting patiently and quietly for the lass’ response.

“But what? Tyrant Valvatorez.” What could there be left to say, she said her piece and would rather not grow mad again because of this pompous vampire and his sass at her way of doing things.

“What could you ever have left to say now?”

“Where in the hell did you come from, more like…” A voice was quick to answer from above. In a tree above the arriving woman, there seemed to float two, small lights, eyes staring down at the overlord, shrouded by the darkness of the forest.

“I don’t even need whatever that…portal thing, or whatever it was, to tell me you aren’t human…I can practically smell the demonic energy dripping from you…” The eyes began to shift slightly, before dropping to the ground before the woman with a near-silent grace. Thanks to a small ray of moonlight, the woman’s figure would become visible: Soft, pale skin, short in stature, and even two, rather large, distracting…cat ears, resting upon her head.

“I don’t like to waste time, so I’ll make this quick: Who are you, what is your business here, and what can I do for you to get you out of here as soon as possible?” She crossed her arms under ample chest, a very faint hint of annoyance visible on her face.

“There are all kinds of creatures in this forest that are a danger to travelers that wander through here…I act as a sort of self-imposed guardian, and all that magical energy your little light show put out is going to attract adventurer and monster alike from all over.”

“Who dares question me, the Great Laharl!” She asked imperiously to the voice just to have her question soon answered as the moon revealed the catgirl’s form, a standard Nekomata all in all, though one of different style that those she had as vassals and…

Uggh…!

Those damn curves! She may have built a resistance to her old trauma inflicted fear that most of the time seeing curvy voluptuous women didn’t even affect her, at least those whose voluptuousness didn’t surpass that of her own body, but to come face to face with anyone with larger assets than her own still risked triggering that old damn weakness of hers which she still wasn’t completely rid of.

“You who questioned me, The Overlord of the Netherworld, know this, I will leave when I decide I want to leave. let these so called Adventures and Monsters come to the call of my power I will show them who rules all of demon kind.”

“M-My apologies, your highness. If it’s what her majesty feels the most happiest in then…who am I to complain?” Frankly, she might have gone awol from him–her years ago but this was certainly…an interesting turn of events. “It kinda suits you now that I look at it.”

“At least you show yourself to be smarter than the rest of the vassals.” Though she did cross her arms in thought as she took a better look at the demon girl, trying to remember who she was but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t remember this one.