Your Throne Is Quite Comfortable

Daemon had been bullied since he took the throne. He knew kindness and gentleness won't work, especially when dealing with those corrupted ministers and officials. 

Oh, but he had an idea. The most devious and wicked idea. And it all stem from a certain woman, a woman who intruded into his palace. Daemon's mind flashed back to five years ago when he met her. 

FIVE YEARS AGO

A woman sat seductively on the grand steps of Daemon's palace. The steps lead from the outside of the palace until to the throne of the demon emperor. She sat there calmly, admiring her dark coloured nails as if they were made of gold - something precious that deserves to be admired. 

Her cleavage was shown clearly as she wore only a leather bra with its traps coiling around her stomach twice. Her long legs were peaking out from her slit skirt. Her skin was smooth and silky. A dark red cape covered her back as her long prenaturally white hair draped over her shoulders. 

Daemon wasn't feeling good. He had many reports from the commoners. All were complaining about the drought they were expecting in the next month, the monster demons that came every now and then to gobble up the villagers, and the bullying they received from the local ministers.

 He stomped up the grand steps. He couldn't wait to vent his anger at his office where no one was looking. He kicked open the double doors to his throne room and what a surprise did he had! He saw a lovely and fair maiden, almost half naked as she had showed so much skin, sitting on his grand steps, just four steps below his grand golden throne. 

Who in the world has such boldness and courage to actually come uninvited to HIS throne room? The moment he laid his eyes on her, he began to feel uncomfortable from looking at her bare soft and supple skin. He noticed she had white hair but her face was that of twenty something woman. 

He didn't know what to say to her. Should he yell and scold her for being so bold as to come uninvited to his throne room? Or should he politely asked her of she came here for help? Or maybe call the guards to drag her out? He couldn't decide. He was about to open his mouth and say something when the woman suddenly turned her head and look at him straight into his eyes.

 She wore heavy mascara and red lipstick as red as blood. "Your throne is quite comfortable. Even something so simple like this staircase makes me feel the honour of a demon emperor," she spoke in a sultry voice. 

Daemon felt angry. "Who are you? Why are you here? How dare you taint my grand steps with your......," Daemon started to raise his voice but was lost for words. He wasn't good with words nor eloquent. He looked at her from head to toe, not knowing how to describe her in a negative way. 

"With your rude behaviour here!" He continued where his words left off. "Oh," she puckered her lips. She had the look that she didn't care about anything, not even the demon emperor who's standing before her. 

Daemon controlled his breathing, taking in deep breaths. 

He was already angry from the reports of the commoners and now added with this woman whose calm and daring behaviour had made his anger worse. 

"Lady, I asked you a question and I expect you answer it," he demanded. She stood up and flipped back her white silky hair over her shoulder. She took a step down towards Daemon. Then slowly, she took another step towards him. She folded her hands politely over her abdomen.

 "Daemon, is it?" She was now every close to Daemon who remained unmoved. He cannot hit her or back down. He would look weak and brutal if he'd punch her. "You are quite daring, to call my real name. Have you no respect?" They were standing a few centimetres apart from each other. She smiled. A strange but seductive smile. "And you're quite brave yourself, for being of ignorant of me," she put a hand on Daemon's shoulder. 

He could feel the heat from her fingers travel through his clothes to his skin. But he didn't push her away. He stared straight into her eyes. Who is she? She doesn't seem to be someone of ordinance. 

"Let me give you a word," she said staring him in the eyes. He stared back. There was something about her eyes. Something. He couldn't explain it. She looked young, about twenty plus something, but the look in her eyes reflected that of an experienced woman, a woman who had seen life and death, a woman who had seen darkness and light. 

"Weeds and grasess will always grow in your garden. When you pull them out, they will regrow again, but more in number. You do it again, they'll grow again. If you use your shears to snip them short enough, they'll think twice about growing in your garden. If you speak to them with words, they will not hear it for they are deaf, but if you treat them cruelly as if they are nothing but ants in your eyes, they'll dare to come to your garden. A tree won't grow fruits unless it is nurtured properly, with fertilizer and water," her hand moved from Daemon's shoulder to his neck. 

She caressed his neck calmly and slowly. Daemon held his breath as he listened to her words. He could feel her hot breath on his skin near his neck and jaw. "That fertilizer and water must come from you, and you only," 

Daemon glanced sideways at her, feeling uncomfortable for being touched at that spot. She did it so casually! Then she removed her hand from his neck and proceed to walk further down the grand steps. Daemon stood still, as of he was glued to the steps. He wanted to move and turn but his legs wouldn't obey his commands. 

 She walked a few steps down exiting the throne room. Then she turned looking at Daemon's back. "And, make sure those weed and grasess don't ever think about you."