Rise of the Demon Lord (Part One)

June 30, 12:00 pm, Nevada, USA

I walked through the empty throne room, my steps echoing off the glass floor. In my arms was an unconscious woman, deep within the realm of Dream as I made my way over to the gold and red throne.

The throne she had made for me.

I took the steps up to the seat, then stood there for a moment, contemplating. Sure, I had asked her to do it, but this place, this castle, all came from her. From her creativity, her mind.

I looked up at the chandelier, remembering how she had even come up with how the magic circle engraved on those stones were also her idea. Yes, I had changed it to make it possible, but...

I calmly lowered my gaze, back down to the seat. I turned, looking around at the majesty of this place.

It was beautiful. Majestic.

And it all stank of her.

Of Alice.

Of the woman in my arms.