Lawrence's minions crumbled but soon reformed themselves. He created more and more so they filled the halls and ball room. The hellish demons set everything ablaze, attacking every dragon with brute force. The warlock knight himself was now adorned in armor set on fire. He stood at his Lady's side.

"Little cow." Lorelai tsked, shaking her head. "You will rule no longer." The sinewy darkness that coated blade, bubbled and writhed. She raised the sabre to her palm and sliced it. The blood should have poured red but inside black blood dripped onto the ballroom floor. "I. Am. A. Queen." She hissed. The few drips of blood boiled and swelled, morphing into a giant, black raven that screeched with hate and hunger before lunging at the queen.

((They're gone? Well that's no fun....ISIAH GET YER BUTT BACK HERE))