Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180910091112/@comment-30700719-20181128222550

(Right, got it. Maybe.)

Lady Bianca struts up to Chernobog, watching him struggle to draw breath, kneeling with exhaustion. "I must admit, you fought well for a wannabe Demon Lord...but I bet you couldn't even hold off one adventurers' party." She slowly circles him, studying her victory. "As an heir to the Demon Lord's throne, I should simply kill you...but that would be too easy a death for you. Hmmm...perhaps I will send you off to Mommy and Daddy, and let them do with you as they please. Yes, that seems quite fitting. Any last words, O great and mighty faker?"