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A knight walked through the portal they had just opened with weapons ready, one hand on their sword, and the other on a piece of parchment. On the other side, sat Cheryxna, in her wicked throne of stone and black iron. Bonfires flanked her, giving the whole chamber a warm glow. She looked them up and down, remaining expressionless, and motioned for them to begin their plea.

The knight was a petitioner to be her warlock, filling their plea with plenty of "Oh great Cheryxna...", "I will serve." and other shallow worshipful words she had heard dozens of times before. She began to lose interest, but the knight either didn't notice or thought that keeping the same pace would somehow help.

"Stop! I've heard enough." She interrupted after about 5 minutes of monologuing. The knight stopped on a dime, eager to please her, but worry crossed their face. "Your offer has been heard. You bore me. Your deal has been denied." She said. The knight looked disappointed. "Oh don't look so sad. I have a better idea for a role you can fulfill." They brightened up again. "Instead of being my warlock, you can be a stain under my foot."

A bolt of magic shot from her fingers and the knight screamed, turning into a whine, a buzzing, and then finally becoming completely inaudible as they reached their final size, just less than half an inch. The unfilled contract they had brought fluttered to the ground, becoming a vast carpet next to them. Cheryxna put her heel onto the paper, crinkling it with a thunderous noise. The knight cowered as her sole lowered slowly. "Ugh, you're so boring, at least run, struggle, try to fight back. You're pathetic, it's shameful you ever thought you had the chance to be my warlock." She said as she allowed her foot to fall completely over them.

The knight was turned into a bloody smear instantly, but a splattering of it got onto the contract, and it glowed in response. Cheryxna picked it up out of curiosity. It was obviously written by a novice and full of holes for her to exploit, she almost wished she had taken the deal, until she realized that it promised the knight's soul, the knight whose blood had just activated it. Who was she to turn down a free soul? Especially one who came so willingly. Maybe she could have some fun with them after all.

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Description
A knight walked through the portal they had just opened with weapons ready, one hand on their sword, and the other on a piece of parchment. On the other side, sat Cheryxna, in her wicked throne of stone and black iron. Bonfires flanked her, giving the whole chamber a warm glow. She looked them up and down, remaining expressionless, and motioned for them to begin their plea.

The knight was a petitioner to be her warlock, filling their plea with plenty of "Oh great Cheryxna...", "I will serve." and other shallow worshipful words she had heard dozens of times before. She began to lose interest, but the knight either didn't notice or thought that keeping the same pace would somehow help.

"Stop! I've heard enough." She interrupted after about 5 minutes of monologuing. The knight stopped on a dime, eager to please her, but worry crossed their face. "Your offer has been heard. You bore me. Your deal has been denied." She said. The knight looked disappointed. "Oh don't look so sad. I have a better idea for a role you can fulfill." They brightened up again. "Instead of being my warlock, you can be a stain under my foot."

A bolt of magic shot from her fingers and the knight screamed, turning into a whine, a buzzing, and then finally becoming completely inaudible as they reached their final size, just less than half an inch. The unfilled contract they had brought fluttered to the ground, becoming a vast carpet next to them. Cheryxna put her heel onto the paper, crinkling it with a thunderous noise. The knight cowered as her sole lowered slowly. "Ugh, you're so boring, at least run, struggle, try to fight back. You're pathetic, it's shameful you ever thought you had the chance to be my warlock." She said as she allowed her foot to fall completely over them.

The knight was turned into a bloody smear instantly, but a splattering of it got onto the contract, and it glowed in response. Cheryxna picked it up out of curiosity. It was obviously written by a novice and full of holes for her to exploit, she almost wished she had taken the deal, until she realized that it promised the knight's soul, the knight whose blood had just activated it. Who was she to turn down a free soul? Especially one who came so willingly. Maybe she could have some fun with them after all.

available in 4k on patreon

also follow the twitter and itaku