Chapitre 41: demon queen (307 Words)
"AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh!"
A female scream resounds through a medieval castle.
The scream comes from a black-haired woman clothed in an expensive locking dress.
It is black with golden lines on the edges and a red dragon on the back.
At the moment the woman is holding her face with delicate white hands and shakes on her whole body.
"Where the hell am I?" She asks after she calmed down a bit and glanced around the room with golden shining eyes.
The room or more correctly, the hall in which she awoke was as big as a football field and decorated with many expensive locking furnishings.
Two rows of white pillars extend on both sides, each and everyone of them has delicate patterns on their surface.
Directly in front of her is an insanely long red carpet the reaches from the stairs of the platform on which she is seated till the giant gate on the other side of the hall.
Right! She was siting on a chair which stands on platform that is around three meters above ground and has fancy decorated stairs leading down in the front.
Slowly she locks around and tries to figure out what has happened.
´Just a moment ago I still felt how my bones get shattered by the bumper of that damned truck.´ She thinks confused.
After initial shock and surprise, she once again inspects her surroundings and confirms that she isn't just siting in a chair on a raised platform, but in a gorgeous throne made out of gold and another black material that she doesn't recognize.
Finished with the inspection of her surroundings she switched over to her own body.
She lifts her snow-white hand and pinches a strand of her raven black hair, bringing both in front of her face and observes it with these golden eyes of hers.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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