Athalia, 4672 years old, dark consort

Athalia puzzled over what just happened. Her traveling companion Daelana had just gone and vanished into thin air. She didn’t particularly care for the brooding bitch, but things like that don’t happen out of nowhere.

Athalia thought to herself what to do. She could try to find out what happened, but given how sudden and strange the disappearance was, she probably wouldn’t get answers. Perhaps there was nothing to do but simply continue on as if nothing had happened.

She continued walking on her set course towards the armies of darkness. As she did, she thought more and more about how this situation was actually favorable. She had the entire army of darkness at her disposal and now no one was sniffing over her shoulder. She could do whatever she wanted.

“First I’ll return to the land of shadows like I promised,” she said to herself, “I’ll enjoy my hard won spoils, making the orcs and goblins bend over backwards to serve me. And after a few hundred years, maybe I can come back and attack the lands again! Yes, with no one watching me I could grow our forces to be even more powerful than before! I’ll amass a conquest the likes of which the lands have never seen before! And I’ll prove that I’m a better dark lord than those pathetic men ever were! A dark lady! Yes, this is going to be fun!”

She walked with a strut in her step and a smile on her face. In a way, she was in an even better position than she was just a moment ago. She thought to her future and beyond, imagining the histories that would be written about her, the first dark lady and the one to finally bring the dominion of darkness to the world. She felt confident and excited about what was to come. She was sure she was going to do great things. And then a bright light enveloped her.

Athalia awoke on the sands of the beach. Her smile disappeared as she looked around in silent confusion. She turned to see everyone looking at her. The heroic party, a stranger with ashen hair, and the dark lord himself. Malgor himself burned with particular anger as he saw the final contestant emerge. Athalia assessed the situation as best as possible and started to look extremely worried.

“Athalia! Our final contestant,” said Helga, “Unlike the other girls, this one grew up in the land of shadows, a succubus born from the infernal pits where demons and monsters grew. She seduced the previous dark lord into making her his dark consort and when Malgor took his place, he took her as his consort as well. Little did he know that she was planning to betray him, aiding the heroes who would slay him so she could take the throne of the land of shadows for herself!”

“Don’t listen to this witch’s lies!” she said, “Thank goodness you're okay!”

“What?” said Angelica, “You traitorous snake! Who’s side are you on?”

“My lord and master!” said Athalia, “As you can see, I’ve brought the fools who defied you right here on a silver platter for you! I feigned allegiance to them so I could get this opportunity, and my ruse was a success! I am glad to see you safe my dark lord! Let me run back into your arms and feel your dark embrace!”

Malgor's fist shook with righteous fury.

“You traitor!” yelled Malgor, “I’ll pull that lying tongue from your throat!”

Athalia yelped and backed away as Malgor unfurled a clawed gauntlet and approached her. Helga quickly stepped between them, interjecting.

“My lord,” said Helga, “There is no need for ****. You will get your chance at ****.”

“If you truly wish to fulfill my vengeance, you will stand aside as I teach this traitorous whore a lesson!” yelled Malgor.

“But what a base and unfulfilling vengeance that would be!” said Helga, “Once she’s dead, that’s it. She’ll no longer feel your wrath. You will free her from the torment she so deserves. But stay your hand, be a little patient, and she will be made to serve you. To please you. What better vengeance than to take those who wronged you and make them your slaves… forever.”

All of the contestants perked up as they heard this.

“Slaves?” said Christina.

“What does she mean?” said Lila.

Helga turned to the contestants with a smile.

“I can explain exactly what I mean now that you’re all here,” she said, “You are all contestants on Harem Hotel. You can think of it as a game that is played for countless spectators that you cannot see. I am Helga, the host of the game ad the one who can explain the rules. The goal of this game is to win the affection of the master! If you successfully win his love, you win the game! Otherwise, you’ll be his slaves for eternity.”

The girls all fell into a stunned silence. They all exchanged glances before staring at Malgor who stood by Helga, not quite knowing what to think of all this. Almost at the same moment, horror filled the hearts of all the girls who had worked so hard to defeat this man.

“You don’t mean to say the master is… him, do you?” said Christina.

“Forget it!” yelled Daelana, “I’ve dedicated my life to killing this man! I refuse to fight for his sick love!”

“This can’t be!” said Lila, “We beat him! This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!”

“We refuse!” said Angelica, “I said it before: I’ll never bow to this evil piece of filth! I would rather die!”

“Yes I had a feeling you might say something like that,” said Helga, “Luckily, the next section of the show also acts as a perfect demonstration of why you should comply! It’s time to take a look at our contestant’s bodies! Strip!”