Yayo Short: Prelude to Intervention
The demon realm of Fargoth wasn't very nice this season. Come to think of it, it is not nice at any season. Its black rocks, covering most of Fargoth's land, the lava rivers, flowing through them like a spider web, and several corpses littering the awfully maintained streets, does not make it a great vacation spot. Not to mention, the sudden fiery explosions emitting from underground are terrible for getting an even tan.
This is a place for demons after all, especially fire-demons. Fargoth is one of seven demonic realms controlled and ruled each by an authoritative King or Queen.
Fargoth itself is currently governed by Queen Patricia Omfath the 3rd, the 23rd ruler of Fargoth after its founding. Kings and Queens in the demonic realms are obviously not elected, but chosen through sheer strength and fighting ability. Whoever kills the Ruler becomes the new one. Because of this, Rulers change rather quickly; and it is also not good for building public trust.
Queen Omfath is now in her 3rd year of ruling Fargoth and has proven herself to be one of the strongest demons to ever have sat on the throne.
Although Queen Omfath gets challenged everyday for the throne (and always wins by the way), she has gotten bored of it. Bored to a point, where she now vegetates around like a tired sloth in her castle rooms, not knowing what to do with herself.
"This is boring as well," screamed Patricia, throwing a plate of meat at the jester dancing around in front of the throne," get out of my sight, or I'll burn you to a crisp slave!"
The jester was swiftly pushed out of the throne-room and dozens of servants crawled out of the woodwork to pick up the meat which was spread out all over the floor.
"When I told you to find me something exciting, I was not talking about something 'not-exciting'." Patricia frowned and turned to her counsellor who was standing right next to the throne, because his chair was broken.
"With all due respect your Majesty, I only picked the best of the best from all over the country for you. I simply do not understand, why he did not manage to improve your mood. I slowly get the impression you don't want to feel better." said the counsellor with a monotone voice. The Counsellor was the second highest official in Fargoth. A position which had absolutely no power attached to it, at least under normal circumstances. The only time the Counsellor receives any kind of power is during emergencies, for example when the King or Queen passes away and no successor has been chosen through royal combat. In instances like this, the Counsellor takes the position of the Ruler, until a proper heir has been found.
The current Counsellor, a demon from a long-chain of aristocrats dating back 5000 years ago, is a man with a constantly bored face and stature that says "I am the poshest guy around here". Literally everything about him; from his demeanour, behaviour and attitude to his style of clothing and movement screamed blue-blood. This is in stark contrast to the queen, who more often than not flies of the handle and burns random demons on the side-walk.
"What is that supposed to mean," snapped the Queen," are you calling me a spoiled brat?" The Queen leaned over her arm rest and looked her counsellor deep into his eyes. He wasn't very fazed by her attempt at unnecessary intimidation. "Yes," he answered nonchalantly," that is exactly what I am saying."
With a grunt the Queen moved back into her oversized seat, crossing her arms, still looking mad.
The Counsellor knows that the queen can't do anything to hurt him. In fact, she needs him. Most of her victories against challengers are due to his intelligence and planning abilities. The Queen might be strong, but she is not very smart, which shows in most of her tantrums and child-like behaviour. That the Queen was incompetent made him the de facto proxy leader of the country.
"Can I make a suggestion Ma'am?" The Counsellor raised his voice once more. "Yeah, sure." responded Patricia dismissively. "Why not try a different kind of challenge?" He smirked.
"What kind?" pressed Patricia.
The Counsellor reached into one of his trouser pockets and pulled out a small mirror. "This mirror," he continued," shows the Human realm. And I have found somebody who will truly be a match for you."
"Who is it?" asked the Queen attentively. "Her name is Yayo," answered the Counsellor," she is not quite human and definitely odd. There is a certain aura surrounding her. An aura I haven't felt in a long time."
"The human world, huh?" The Queen, in a sporadic action, stood up from her throne, pointed straight forward and announced: "Get me this Yayo!"
"I will see to it." He made no effort of pointing out her exaggerated command and instead eloquently bowed a quick bow and moved to leave the castle through a side door, making his way to the army barracks.