Gift of The Knight #3 - Malevolence

The scout strode through the stone hallways, each step quick and heavy, a grim smile splattered across their face. Their pace took them to the ornate throne room, and upon a blackened throne of obsidian and despair, sat the The Mystic Queen... The Dragonlord herself, Agape... Her gaze was as dark and piercing as ever. Surrounding her were her three generals... The King of the Abyss, Steeljaw... The Necromancer, Kala... The Magic Knight, Rasputitsa...“My Eternal Empress...” the scout spoke, down on a single knee. “I bring news from Ironheardt.”Her gaze beamed down on the scout, oppressive and crushing..“Speak,” she beckoned, her voice echoing across the throne room.“The rumors are indeed true, my Empress... the Knight is present in Ironheardt...”Her expression remained the same, as cold as ice. “As I had predicted... Our dear little “hero” has taken up arms with those miscreants...”“Ah... but if I may... there is something else I have discovered.”Agape raised an eyebrow, a look of grim curiosity across her face.“Do tell...” she commanded, her voice low and husky...The scout’s smile widened. “I have found the Knight has a partner in love,” they answered, before lifting their head to meet Agape’s gaze “and has produced an heir, mere days from birth.”Agape’s eyes widened slightly... and a grim smile crept across her face. A low, haunting chuckle echoed through the throne room, as she rose from her throne, her form a terrifying mix of magenta and black.... “So our dear Knight is to be a father, isn’t he? How precious...” she spoke, tauntingly. “Kala, my dear...”The frilled lizard woman turned her dark gaze to her Master. “Yes, my Empress?” she hissed.“Tell me, how badly did you and your partner wish to be a family?” she asked, coldly. She watched Kala visibly wince at her answer...“More... than anything...” she growled, venom dripping in every word, her grip on her staff, the Dead Seed, tightening hard enough to nearly crack it.The Dragonlord chuckled. “Then perhaps your magic may do with a... young soul, such as the one in the Knight’s wench...” she replied, coldly.A monstrous smile grew on Kala’s face. Oh, what she could do with a newborn soul...“When you arrive at Ironheardt, do promise me one thing, my dear Kala...” spoke Agape, her smile showing her sharp fangs.“Anything, My Empress...” hissed Kala.“Make sure the whelp suffers before claiming them...”