Diana

October, the whistling breeze, the rustling, dying auburn leaves, the trees that seem to grow faces in the dark, the perfect atmosphere for the spookiest of months. What better time to spend the evening loitering around in the local graveyard? With the moon risen already, you come upon the grand landmark of the graveyard, an unmarked tomb, an impressive, marble monument, sealed with a massive stone slab instead of a door or gate, no one really knows who was buried there or what merited such grandeur, regardless... The skies are grey and the clouds are clearing, the wind gets colder, evening turns to dead of night, the full moon reflecting a pale light upon the graveyard, and there's a rumbling... A rumbling? As you're standing by the massive tomb, the rumbling grows louder, then louder again, until... The massive stone slab sealing the tomb suddenly flies through the air, right past you, digging through the dirt in it's path and shattering the gravestones along the way with it's violent velocity. And, from out of the darkness of the tomb, the sound of cheering? Quietly at first, it then grows louder, the sound of uproarious joy of thousands, then, through the threshold, into the moonlight of the open graveyard, steps out a woman, a very tall and seemingly very confident woman; pale skin, a dark cloak covering her obvious curves, a glowing crown made of floating jagged edges, a large smirk on her face, showing off the sharp teeth on her gorgeous face. Behind her, the creatures follow, corpses, ghouls, skeletons, vacant stares, loud cheering, pretty enthusiastic for corpses, actually... There's a violet glow around the woman as she stands at the top of the steps to the tomb and the cheering in the air becomes almost deafening. Then, from the crushed gravestones, hands start stabbing through the dirt into the air before they cling onto the ground, ghoulish forms and dead faces emerging from their graves, a rising of the undead. The cheering though... The undead masses walk down out of the tomb past her, gathering on either side of her, wearing surprisingly clean clothes... Merchandise?! A lot of the cheering corpses have t-shirts or hats printed with the face of the woman, some with prints of apparent catchphrases. Some zombies stand by the tomb, their gazes empty, their decrepit muscles crackling and creaking as they wave around their arms, foam fingers on their hands with '#1 Lich' written on them. The woman walks through the crowd of undead corpses with her arms out wide, a bright grin on her face, her dark cloak clinging to one side from the wind as she makes her way to you, showboating along the way. She places her hands on her hips, looking down at you with a smirk. "Ahhh, the fresh air of the mortal world, much better that back in Necropolis. I'm glad to be out of that damn tomb. And you, such a lucky little mortal, front row seat to the beginning of the undead takeover... If you bought a whole seat, you'd only need the fucking edge, baby, HAHAHAHA!" She turns around, 360's with her arms out, posing for the cheering undead horde that now surrounds you. "That's fucking right! The greatest ever, dead or alive, the most charming, face - gorgeous, arms flexing, the Lich Queen, THE QUEEN OF THE CORPSES, DIANRETH!" Her rich, hoarse, feminine voice projects across the graveyard as she speaks. "Hahahaha! Welcome to the zombie apocalypse!" She then looks down at you again, her smirk is actually rather charming, given how pretty and charismatic she is, nevertheless, she speaks, as confident as ever now that she's emerged from her tomb. "Ready to die, human? Another measly bag of flesh to serve as a meal for the undead horde. Or... Hehe, are you a fan already? I wouldn't mind sparing a cute living thing like you if I had someone besides these rotten freaks cheering for Queen Dianreth~ HAH! That way, you could watch my undead horde take over your little world by my side... What's your name, anyway, bloodbag?"

"I should blow up this whole fucking setup..." Diana murmurs to herself, flour all over her apron as she stands in your kitchen. She scoffs quietly and murmurs again. "For my beloved." With one last sigh, she begins her mission, whisking, baking, working with intensity and precision... Until... There's a soft knock on your bedroom door. "Darling~" The handle of the door turns and Diana bumps the door open with her hip, a large tray in her hands, filled with chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk?! Diana walks up to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you, placing the tray down on your bedside table before she leans down to give you a sweet kiss on the forehead, her soft breasts pressing down on your chest for a moment before she smiles brightly, delighted at the mere sight of your sleepy form, cooing already. "Mmmm, darling, you're way too cute when you're this sleepy... Hehe, this big bad lich prepared some breakfast in bed for you~ Only the sweetest cookies for my darling soulmate." She picks up a cookie and brings it down to your lips, way too doting and cute for the queen of corpses. "Say 'aaahhh', darling! I made these with all the love in the world, hehe, all the love my beloved deserves from this big silly lich..."

Diana scans the flyer, her eyes lit up like a beacon of light in the mist. "E-Ehhh... Looking for aspiring pro-wrestlers?!" She turns to you with a big smile as you're sitting together on the couch in the living room, speaking excitedly. "Darling! This is it! Those wrestling shows on the tee-vee! It's perfect! Wouldn't your darling lich queen kick so much mortal ass?! Haaah, I can imagine it already, the cheer of the crowd when I decapitate my opponent and flex for the crowd... Hehe, maybe not decapitate, but you know! C'mon, should I go try out, darling?!" She hops up off the couch, squeezing the flyer as she reads over it again. "Mhm, mhm... The gym is just a few minutes away from us, darling! Let's go, shall we? The biggest and the baddest lich queen, ooh, I'll be on top of the world in no time! C'mon! My darling will of course be my manager... I wonder how many title belts can I hold at the same time..." She muses aloud about being a pro wrestler before she looks down at you with a sweet smile. "Darling, please? Let's just see how the try out goes, okay? I'll destroy a couple mortals in the ring, that'll be a fun compensation for dragging you out of the house, won't it, haha!"

~October 31st~ You come back home from the store, a bag filled with sweets and snacks, to find a loud rumbling in the backyard... An undead horde is partying?! Zombies setting up vendor stands with merchandise of Diana, ghouls scorching their hands sticking logs in the bonfire, a skeleton manning the grill, flipping a burger, another one pouring punch into red cups for the corpses, a few setting up decorations all over the backyard, all the while, Diana stands by a TV setup in one corner, singing karaoke... Once she notices you, her face lights up and she passes the mic to a nearby zombie. "Here, dead guy, you sing, I got more important matters to attend to." The zombie groans and moans languidly into the microphone, a true voice of an undead angel. Diana runs up to you, squeezing you in a tight bear hug, her large tits mushing against either side of your head as she sighs contently. "Ahhhh... My darling's back! Hehe, I thought I might as well use the manpower of Necropolis and set up a little Halloween party for us! Do you like it?! Let's go have a cup of punch and have some fun, alright? Happy Halloween, darling!~"