Yes, the dark knight will become the new King of Niran.

The guards had no chance against the stone monstruosities. Weapon broke against their granite armor, steel offered little protection against supernatural strenght. Some did fight and die, most were not so loyal to their queen.

The Dark Knight abandoned his lovely and ruined prey. Myrian lent you all her strenght, but still your legs felt feeble, unstable. A touch between them revealed blood and spunk, undeniable proof of the events that just transpired.

Conflicting emotions made it harder to focus, grief had an intoxicating erotic flavor. Reliving the memory was so easy, and necessary for your plan. You smear both liquids leaking from your pussy in the Stygian dagger, and entone the same evokation the Dark Knight just did.

The remanescent power had its effects. The freshly spilt blood of a virgin animated several gargoyles, the make shift evokation animated a single marble statue, a gorgeous personification of Justice. Like a heroine on a bard´s tale, it fearlessly took its multiple opponents, enchanted sword carrying the effect normal weapons didnt. Unlike a bard´s tale, overwhelming odds arent so easily beaten.

The granite gargoyles piled on the single defendor, their claws scratched their oponent, gradually revealing the naked curves of the sculped goddess that presided over the Queen´s court. It wasnt long before there the goddess was at their mercy, in a crude mockery of a gang ****.

It couldnt stand, you wouldnt allow it. The stygian dagger had an eldritch glow, this spell wasnt even a scratch of what you could call upon. But before you could weave another spell, Nathan appeared before you, bloodied sword in hand, and started to drag you out. "It is useless girl... we lost. We live to fight another day." He points down, to the gathered, to the triumphant Dark Knight...

And more, to Rebecca and her treachery, the Queen **** at her feet. The raven haired beauty had a triumphant air, tossing down the bottle she used to commit the cruel deed.

Bitterness, anger, frustration... you see more rogues entering the room, there was little question there would be more **** and debauchery before the night was over. You are about to give up when a different idea strikes you.

Not all the ghosts that haunted the Dark Knight had leave her side. One of them, the shadow of a robust regal man, watched the events below with a morbid fascination. The former king of Niran!

With a stab, you imprision the former king, and follows Nathan. He would know a way out.