A bloody introduction

"Quite the welcome you give" you chuckle "But I'm not such a fool as to fall for an illusion of that calibre."

"Ohh a toy that uses its head? How lucky am I?" the voice seems to permeate all around you. "Tell me, how did you get into my cathedral? And why are you here little mouse?"

"My name is.... Shit, I didn't even pick a name"

"I care not for your name, little mouse."

"I really don't like being called a little mouse."

"I care not for your feelings on the matter, little mouse."

"Not very hospitable are you?"

"Answer my questions, little mouse, before I rip out your throat for real this time"

You feel a hand around your throat, only to spin around and see nothing.

"How easy it would be for me."

"I got through the barrier because the dark lord let me"

"Did that simpleton send you to kill me?" She laughs "My, my... He really must be **** to send a pup."

"I am not here to kill you."

"That much is obvious, little mouse. Even that fool cannot kill me, what chance do you have?"

So it's true, he really can't kill her?

"Now I know how you got in, tell me why you are here if it isn't to try and kill me like many of the others?

"Others?" you ask.

"Oh, he hasn't told you? He has been trying to kill me for years. It's all dreadfully boring stuff."

"No... He failed to mention that."

"No surprise there, if one of his little minions knew he wasn't 'all powerful' they may not fear him so."

"I am no mere minion of his."

"So I see, little mouse. All the others fell for my illusion." she laughs "But my patience grows thin, WHY are you in MY cathedral?"

"I have come for you."

She laughs hysterically "The gall on you".

"So I take that as you falling for my charms and becoming mine?"

The laughing stops. She appears as if from smoke in front of you.

"Thank you for the laugh, little mouse. But I think it's time you die now." she raises her hand in the air, her fingernails like razors, ready to swipe.

"That's fine, you can kill me if you wish to stay in this boring place for eternity."

Her eyebrow raises inquisitively. "Speak." She said abruptly.

"The dark lord needs me to act as his 'champion'. That's why he made me."

"And why should I care why the fool made you?"

"Because he needs me to be his champion, I made a deal with him. I would call him my lord, and do all of his bidding on one condition... You."

She does not look pleased.

"Let me explain... After coming into being, I went off into a deep meditation to try and understand about my body, about this place that is to be my new home. Because I am made of the dark lords magic, I know things that I should not. I know the size of the armies he commands, I know every inch of this damned castle, I know the names of all the generals under his command, I know his future plans of attack, I know where the humans are likely to attack. I know everything about this place. And it sickens me."

She seemed to react, finally.

"I was meditating for what seemed like days, and I found nothing interesting. Nothing worth the effort. I was all but ready to burn this place to the ground... Until I saw you."