Diabolical Daughter

Finally.

The hero trudges to the large, ornate doors of the villain’s throne room.

All of his comrades fell in battle. His sword is dull from slashing the henchmen’s armor. His bruised body stings with fresh wounds, and his clothes are sticky with blood.

Never has he fought such a formidable army. Never has he seen such cunning strategies and burning determination. What kind of madman is he up against?

But the people need saving. The villages need protection. Someone must stop this tyrant’s reign. And he is the only one to do so.

With a struggling push, the doors creak loudly to reveal the villain seated upon her throne.

“Hello, Father,” his nine-year-old daughter greets with a sinister smile.