Rule 63 Demons

As Demon Lord Hild lounged on the jagged crystal throne, he lifted his fiercely armored hand delicately to his face to cover a deep yawn. Beyond the double doors leading into the throne room, the sounds of battle raged -- a champion had, after a week of failed attempts, finally come this far in Hild's gauntlet.

Tapping his claws idly against the armrest, he glanced at the presence he knew was watching him from her bedroom's magic windows. Somehow, he looked right at her, as if a camera were posed on his face.

"I'll bet you five dark manjuu he won't make it to the doors."

Happily Ever After

[Troubadour and Krichevskoy walk along the market stalls of a sprawling bazaar. Items and goods from many different dimensions have all gathered here, at a sort of multidimensional marketplace]

Ah! Krichevskoy! Look at this!

[he pulls the other man to a shop full of flowers, exotic and fantastical]