It was night in Lucifeles, a soft inland breeze blowing through the air, blessing the capital of Quen'Thalas. Hell Princess Seria Blackfire I stared up at the black skies, full of stars led by a hunter's moon, unshrouded by cloud which had vanished from the air. It was summer in Lucifeles, a time of cool temperatures, drafts and the highs of the lesbian sex industry. And the wider sex and drug industries, Blackfire corrected herself mentally. Beside her stood two AKM-wielding bodyguards from the Satanic Army Commandos, the special forces of the Satanic Army, which was the entire military; the air corps provided air defence, the sea corps patrolling the coast, the latter having achieved her first aircraft carriers today. The two soldiers were dressed in a balaclava, a sleeved khaki shirt, similarly coloured cargo pants and thick leather boots; they looked more like paramilitaries than the soldiers of a state. Behind the trio was a heavily armoured stretched Lincoln Town Car, painted like the sky above.
It'll be hilarious if this goes to hell, thought the Hell Princess.
Quen'Thalas Palace. A gargantuan Gothic palace, black and imposing. Ideal to create feelings of fear and loyalty in the populace, most of whom worked in 'the Industries', as they were known. On the pavement, two vehicles pulled up. Thus it begins.
