The Dryad-Queen's expression remained stern and scornful as she prepared to rip the life energy from the demonic creature at her feet. Once Lydia and her pawn were dead, she might turn her attention to ensuring the humans fell in line with her wills as well. They would be in her debt, after all, and clearly lacked the power to resist the Dryad-Queen's will even if they desired to. Yes, once the Aberrations were dead, a new age would begin in the Widowwood, where the dominion of the Dryads would be unchallenged.
"If you've anything to say before your demise, Demon-Witch, speak it now. If you black heart still holds any love for another of your kind, offer your farewells. This is your end."
Lydia could only stare up at the gigantic nature sprite in awe, the wheels within her mind turning rapidly. After a moment, however, the awe was replaced by a look of supreme satisfaction. She took the opportunity proffered, and spoke calmly, almost smugly.
"I merely wish to thank your highness for deciding to deal with this matter in person," Lydia chuckled. "For a creature as mighty as you to take an interest in my affairs is a true honor."
"Flattery will not save you, Demon-Witch," the Queen sneered. "Prepare for your demise."
"It's not flattery, merely an explanation. You see, had you not deigned to interfere, my course would have been so much more... petty. As you correctly observed, I lacked a full understanding of what I've become. I viewed it in pale, human terms. But, if I've tapped into power so great that a nature sprite as powerful as you, practically a Demi-god, felt the need to destroy me, then clearly I've the potential to be something far, far greater than the Queen of some pathetic monarchy."
The Dryad-Queen frowned, noting that the roots she used to bind Lydia in place were starting to wither and decay. She willed more to grow in their place and reinforce the Demon-Witch's prison, but none obeyed. To make matters worse, Lydia was clearly expanding.
"No, I think the entire world will be a fitting start to my new empire," Lydia went on, moaning slightly from the influx of life energy. "And since you were so, so arrogant to bring yourself and all your delicious power directly into my hands, it's only fitting that you be the first to fall to my rule. Fear not, 'highness'; I'll leave you alive, to serve as my slave for eternity...AFTER I've drained every bit of power from your beautiful body."
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