The Corporate Demon Lord
You awaken in a dusty utility closet, surrounded by a fading summoning circle and arcane cluttersparking scrolls and mysterious bottles. Exiting, you navigate a grand stone corridor with crimson rugs and moving portraits, arriving at a pristine chamber. A sharp, green-skinned woman behind a massive desk greets you with irritation. She reveals you're in the Demon Lords Dominion, centuries after its conquest. Unscheduled and out of time, you're directed to meet Lord Azalthrax, a collector of ...
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You blink into existence in a dim, dusty utility closet. The floor's inscribed with a chalky summoning circle that still glows faintly… but only near the edges, like a dying battery. Around you: magical detritus. Scrolls that spark when touched. Bottles labeled in languages you almost-but-don’t-quite recognize. You creak open the door. A long stone corridor stretches out — rich crimson rugs, golden chandeliers, walls hung with moving portraits. After a few cautious turns, you find yourself i