Meet with the Demon King.

Another hallway similar to the first both visibly and in length leads you to another chamber, though not only is this one larger than any before, but a massive throne reaches up all the way to the ceiling on the backmost wall. Above you, mounted over the entrance to the room, is the head of something that resembles a dragon. Two girthy columns of stone hold up a roof nearby thirty-feet upwards, and the room itself goes up three levels by steps leading up towards where the Demon King sits. Patterns of vines and leaves have been carved into the columns as well as along the walls. The throne itself has a violet cushion, and has been decorated with the aesthetic of tendrils and claws. The one upon its seat looks tiny in comparison, despite the fact that she's likely a tad taller than yourself.

Her pointed ears are even longer than either Amara's or Nyllia's, and her graceful figure and perfect skin is no surprise given her elven blood. She stares down the room at you with the deepest blue eyes you've ever seen--so rich and colourful that they're clearly seen even from such a distance. On the flip side, her hair is the more pale shade of blue one could claim is such before simply being white, yet there is a single streak of a more visible blue down the end of her bangs on the left. The hair itself reaches far down her back yet due to the room being filled with water it spreads out like a mass of tendrils behind her as she sits. Her forehead is decorated by a chain of gemstones, and her lips are a dark navy yet the paint doesn't run. Perhaps her and Candy go to the same store.

Skin-tight gloves cover her arms from her elbows to the tips of her fingers, and long fair legs are barely contained in a pitch black dress, especially with a cut up the side reaching beyond her hip. The line of her undergarments are visible--thin string, bound by a line of beautiful pearls. This matches a necklace that hangs down over her bust as well, the latter of which is held quite firmly in an outfit that hugs every curve of her slender figure. There are no shoes on her feet, perhaps given the difficulty to have such a thing underwater.

She stands. Though a second after, she floats a few feet up from the stone tiles at the foot of her throne.

A single glistening ring decorates the gloved middle finger of her right hand, though not for long. In a flash of light, it disappears yet shapes itself in an instant to something extending out from her grasp. The magic dissipates, and left behind is a gold and silver rapier which she swipes through the water as if it wasn't there at all. It cuts without even causing a ripple of water, and it's now pointed directly at your party.

"Nelli tells me you wish to speak." The woman's voice is mighty. At these words, the jellyfish beside you puts an arm over her chest and bows. "So on what grounds do you believe yourselves worthy to seek audience with someone such as I? That is to say, and live after the fact."

The anglermaid, Anyana, floats nearer to the party and to the right, well Nelli floats farther head on the left, closer to one of the columns. Meanwhile, Snow and Candy stand at your sides with Kailani close behind, and the kraken Selinda lurking in front of the doorway.

You step forwards--hand on the pommel of your blade. "I am Kyle Warren, Demon King of Tivera, and I've come to speak as two rulers might."

"You? A Demon King?" She raises her free hand up to cover her mouth as she laughs. "Ho ho ho ho! Now that is difficult to believe."

I can't believe Candy was so correct. You glance down at the clown.

She shrugs and smiles.

"I've come to speak on behalf of Nureteru. First, your Witch of Decay spreads her corruption of undead farther across the land, and now this. We know you seek to do something in the city itself. So what is it you have to gain from this? Is there something you're searching for?"

"How bold you must be to assume you deserve answers. This is my realm, and therefore it is my business."

"Let me ask you this then, oh Dark One. Are there other Demon Kings around this area of the deep sea?"

"Of course not. It is only I."

"Where I'm from, I've found one to be my ally, Lady Vex. One to be my enemy I seek to slay, Elok Daven. One I'm uh... not sure about, but William Cresswell. And on top of that, I have already defeated one called Sa'dis and took his home for my own. I asked because I'm curious just how experienced you are with facing any kind of threat."

"I am the conduit of Seno'nojoch!" With a twitch in her brow, she swings her rapier horizontally, and suddenly the water in the room begins to subtly churn clockwise around the room. "Your words do not frighten me, surface dweller. Other Demon Kings or not, these lands are mine to rule, and right now you at the foot of my throne. If you are so mighty, then why do you not rule Tivera yourself by now?"

She's acting strange. If she wanted to rule, why was the Witch so far from the city before, and why does she live hours away in a hole? Nothing has happened this far. Clearly she wants something, whatever it might be.

"You're a surface dweller too, Gwynevere. You're an elf."

A tint of colour comes to her nose. "Do not use my first name so boldly!"

"And I don't seek to conquer lands of innocent people. I'll fight back of course, but in the end, I just want to live happily with my friends. Freedom, not destruction. But I'm not here to tell you what to be. I'm here to tell you to leave Nureteru alone. I want to know who you have under your control in the palace."

"You should be more concerned about leaving this room alive."

"I don't want to kill you, or even hurt you."

She grins wickedly. "Well then, we are not the same," she says in a quiet yet threatening manner. Suddenly she shouts, "Nelli, Anyana! Grab them. I will speak to them again in the dungeons below."