a devil

It was on the final day of battle. The armies of your country had fought their way to the enemy capital. You started the battle with a mighty spell which crumbled their walls. Hordes of soldiers rushed in, the final battle was about to be won.

But then, without warning, the clouds darkened. A large fissure appeared from the ground a company of devils came down. Those bastards had summoned them to aid them in their hour of need.

The devils were frightful creatures. They were horned beings with large black wings. They wore obsidian armor and wielded swords of black fire.

Hundreds of your soldiers died. They were losing their morale and it wouldn't take long until they retreated. You would not allow that.

You joined your forces and took down the devils one by one. One was consumed by a fireball, another zapped by lightning. There was even one that got downed by a gust of wind and was torn apart by your warriors.

That was when you noticed her. She was one of the devils and she was absolutely gorgeous. You simply had to capture this one for yourself.

It took you quite a while, but eventually you had her trapped in a magical field. This battle was done for you. The soldiers could fight the rest.

You later heard your actions had rallied the army resulting in the battle to be won.

You were now back in your wizard tower. The she-devil had been safely trapped in a magical prison.