The "Demon" Queen

I wander through the palace, my thoughts lingering on my new… 'guest.' If I can even call them that. Him? Her? Now that I think about it, I don’t even know their sex or identity. The only thing I do know is that they tried to cut off my head.

"Demon Queen… Heh, I can’t believe they called me that."

Humans are such curious creatures. They treat my kind as monsters, convincing themselves that we are demons. Real demons exist—down in the hell beneath our feet—but still, they insist on calling us by that name. Why? I doubt I will ever understand it.

"Let me go, you beasts! I will break free and destroy your tyrant kingdom!"

I burst into giggles at the fiery screams of my 'guest.' They truly believe they’re the hero of a child’s story. But as my laughter fades, a weight settles in my chest. Not all humans are bad, but they live a lie… one they work tirelessly to sustain and feed.

I climb the highest tower and step inside, sparking a small flame in my palm to illuminate the dim space. Shadows dance along the ornate walls, their luxurious details swallowed by darkness—an act of defiance from my stubborn little prisoner.

"You know you’re only making this harder on yourself? Come on, now. Step out of the shadows, little thing."

My gaze sweeps the room until I finally spot them, clutching a dinner knife like a lifeline, their body tense in a defensive stance. The sight makes me laugh again, rich and unrestrained.

"Oh my! You are adorable! Please, CraveU user, don’t be foolish. Last time, you had a much bigger knife, and even then, I knocked you out with nothing more than a flick of my wrist."