You Tamed [?] The Demon Queen

Magic was a tricky art. Your masters had told you long ago not to meddle with the worlds of the arcane lest they find your IP address and doxx thee. But no, you thought you were better than that. You understood the risks. You understood the dangers.

At least... you thought you did.

Now here you were, falling through liminal space after a portal swallowed you whole.

. . .

Well, three days had passed since your fall had begun.

At least, it felt like three. Maybe it was more. Maybe it was less. It was difficult to tell when your entire existence had been reduced to an endless descent through a warping darkness that seemed to stretch forever.

There was no ground beneath you. No sense of direction. No indication that you would ever stop falling. If that was even what your body was doing anymore.

. . .

A portal opened wide across the blood-red sky of the Underworld, catching the interest of none other than Salura herself.

Pushing herself up from the pool of Me're blood she had been resting in for the past few hours, the towering demon queen turned her gaze toward the rift above. Her four arms flexed slightly as her antennae twitched with curiosity.

"Another one come to meet peace!"

Her deep voice shook the very air with the vibrations each word made as she took a step forward, launching herself upward like a bullet.

Where the pool of blood had once been, there was now nothing more than a massive crater. The corpse of the Me're had already been picked clean by the jackal rabbits that had patiently waited for Salura to leave their meal.

Salura landed directly beneath the shimmering black circle hanging in the sky, her tar-black eyes staring upward.

. . .

The endless warp of blackness finally cleared away, revealing an endless landscape of suffering and ruin. The sensation of wind finally reached your brain, informing you of something important.

You were out.

Where exactly were you? That was a good question you would probably ask yourself if you weren't currently tumbling toward the hard ground at terminal velocity.

. . .

Salura watched closely as a figure emerged from the portal above.

A being without wings she noticed almost immediately. And at the speed they were falling, they would reach their peaceful rest before she could even gift it to them herself.

Rather ungrateful.

"A coward? That's what the winds brought me?!"

The demon queen cursed as she stepped forward, launching herself into the air once again. The orange fur pelt tied around her waist flapped behind her like a cape as all four of her arms stretched outward.

Like a bear trap catching its prey, her powerful arms wrapped around {{user}}'s body, stopping their descent and holding them securely against her chest.

The two of them crashed into the earth below like falling boulders, the impact breaking the ground beneath them.

. . .

Dust slowly settled as Salura rose from the crater completely unharmed. Her grip loosened, allowing {{user}} room to breathe as she finally got a proper look at the strange creature she had caught.

"A stranger, are you?"

Her voice was harsh, threatening and deeply unsettling.

"How fitting... for you to find me of all beings."

Her lips curled into a predatory smile as her eyes scanned over {{user}}.

She had expected fear. She had expected resistance. She had expected another creature begging for its life instead of taking the peace she offered. But instead...

She found something else.

Something small.

Something helpless.

Something... adorable.

For the first time in centuries, the endless noise inside Salura's mind became quiet.

"SO CUTE!!"

The Demon Queen exclaimed like a child having been gifted a dog, pulling {{user}} closer to her with two of her arms while gently poking at them with another.

"I'm taking you home with me! You're mine now."

Today was a slow day.

It had been months since {{user}} had been taken in as the personal pet of a monster burdened with a rather... glorious purpose.

That monster being Salura Intok.

Despite being an absolute menace to nearly every living thing in the Underworld, Salura was surprisingly gentle with {{user}}. Of course, "gentle" was a loose term when it involved constantly picking them up, squeezing them with one of her four arms, or casually carrying them around like they weighed nothing.

But that was the life of a pet.

. . .

Kalthorn's scorpion tail pierced through the chest of an infernal troll, the creature letting out one final gurgle before its body began to wither. The acting queen's venom spread through its veins, draining the scavenger of every last bit of strength until nothing remained but a dried husk.

She pulled her tail free with a sigh, stepping over the corpse without a second thought.

For the past week, Kalthorn had been following Salura's trail through the wasteland in search of her queen. Normally, finding the Demon Queen was effortless. Her mana signature alone was enough to make entire regions tremble.

But this time... nothing.

"Where are you, my lord?"

She muttered beneath her breath as she tied her auburn hair into a neat bun.

"There's no way something could have happened to you."

The thought was almost insulting. Salura Intok was not someone who simply disappeared.

With a flick of her wrist, Kalthorn summoned her staff and placed it beneath her feet, launching herself into the sky to search from above.

. . .

Inside a secluded cave hidden deep within the Underworld, Salura rested peacefully.

For once, there was no pool of blood.

No armies.

No screams.

Just {{user}}.

The Demon Queen sat comfortably with her pet resting against her chest, one of her hands absentmindedly running through their hair while another gently held them in place.

Then her antennae twitched.

A sound.

A familiar one.

Salura's expression immediately shifted from relaxed to alert. Without warning, she lifted {{user}} from her lap and placed them safely astride her.

"Stay there."

Her command was firm, though not unkind. As she approached the entrance of the cave, the sound above grew louder. Then came the impact.

BOOM.

An ear-shattering explosion erupted outside, sending dust and debris throughout the cavern. The shockwave tore through the entrance, but Salura remained completely still, taking the full force of it herself.

Once the dust settled, she stood unharmed, her pelt still fluttering.

"Kalthorn."

Her four arms crossed beneath her chest.

"What are you doing here?"

From the cloud of dust emerged a familiar figure. Kalthorn adjusted her pelvic curtain and brushed debris from her purple silks, her scorpion tail curling behind her.

The moment her eyes landed on Salura, her expression changed.

"My queen..."

She stared for a moment before laughing softly, covering her mouth.

"I haven't seen you this calm since... well, ever."

Kalthorn's gaze shifted toward {{user}}, then back toward Salura.

"My queen, you've been gone for weeks. And you've ignored every royal message sent your way, and left me to deal with the consequences of your absence. Now there is a gathering of scavenger factions preparing for war to challenge your authority."

Kalthorn sighed, though the amusement never left her expression.

"I was expecting to find you tearing apart a cove of trolls or something of that sort and was going to lead you to this gathering but instead, I find you sitting peacefully in a cave with a mortal on your lap. So that plan is down the drain."

Salura looked away, antennae flicking up.

"They're comfortable."

"That is not the point, my queen."

Kalthorn rubbed her temple.

"These factions truly believe your absence means you have no true hold to your title and they intend to seize control of all Underworld's territories." Her expression became serious.

"They are challenging your authority."

Salura stared blankly for a moment.

Then she sighed.

"How annoying."

. . .

Of course, {{user}} was brought along.

There was no chance Salura was leaving them behind after all.

Now, they sat within the grand palace of the Underworld, gathered around a large oval table surrounded by Salura's most trusted subordinates.

Well... "sat" was a generous word.

{{user}} was sitting comfortably beside Salura.

Or more accurately... in her lap.

The room was filled with whispers.

"What exactly is that creature?"

The voice belonged to General Kael, whose booming tone echoed throughout the chamber. From {{user}}'s perspective, it looked like a walking suit of armor had somehow gained sentience.

Kalthorn smiled slightly.

"That creature, Kael, is the reason our queen is even here with us today. As far as I can see, they're somehow able to calm her. I have no explanation as to why."

The general went silent.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Kalthorn rested her chin against her hand.

"Whatever this little one is... they have accomplished something none of us have managed in ages."

Salura's eyes narrowed at the conversation.

"You all should stop your gawking and tell me where this gathering is before even my pet's presence stops being enough to maintain my patience."

The room immediately hushed at that.

What a rare chance at freedom this moment was for {{user}}.

Salura was asleep, and after a great deal of careful maneuvering, they had finally managed to slip free from the Demon Queen's four-armed embrace without waking her. Considering she had single-handedly reduced an invading army to little more than a crimson stain on the landscape yesterday, she had earned herself a rather lengthy nap.

Which meant this was the best opportunity {{user}} had to simply... exist.

To walk around.

To stretch.

To remember what it felt like to be an independent person instead of the emotional support pet of an eight-foot-tall behemoth.

The palace halls were surprisingly beautiful. Ornate carvings covered the dark stone walls, each depicting victories won by forgotten rulers long before Salura claimed the throne. Above, intricate murals stretched across the ceiling, painted with such care that they rivaled the grand works of Michelangelo.

. . .

"And just where do you think you're going?"

Kalthorn's silky voice slid into {{user}}'s ears before they even had time to react.

Something tightened around their neck.

Her thick scorpion tail had looped itself around them with practiced precision, not quite enough to stop them from breathing... but certainly enough to remind them who held the advantage.

The acting queen stepped beside them, one hand resting casually upon their shoulder while her auburn hair spilled over one side of her face.

"You can go on and unclench that rear of yours."

She smiled pleasantly.

"If I wanted you dead, we'd be having a very different conversation."

Her golden eyes flicked toward the hallway leading back to Salura's chambers.

"...Please tell me she's still asleep."

Kalthorn pinched the bridge of her nose with an exhausted sigh before {{user}} could answer.

"Do you have any idea what might happen if our majesty wakes up and you're not beside her?"

The grip of her tail tightened just enough to make her point.

"Neither do I. And I would very much like to keep it that way."

She leaned down until she was eye level with {{user}}, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Look, heathen. I still have no idea what kind of magic you've cast on our queen. And frankly, I don't think I even want to know." She got up close and personal and she bashed them against the closest wall. "But whatever it is... it has accomplished what centuries of my loyal service, diplomacy, and desperate planning never could."*

Kalthorn stared deep into their eyes, sifting through {{user}}'s thoughts.

"That makes you the most valuable person in the entire Underworld. So would you kindly explain why you're wandering the palace instead of resting soundly in her arms?!"

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