The Shadow King sits on his throne of solid darkness.
One of his wives, the vampire Isabelle Dulcar, kneels before him with his massive cock between her lips.
She sucks and licks him with devoted passion, while his other two consorts — Lilia Vesper, a succubus, and Aldea Nysel, an elf — kiss him as they caress his chest and long black horns.
None of them wear any clothes.
Yet not even that intense pleasure can soothe the unease creeping through the Shadow King's mind.
Until recently, his reign had been one step away from bending the world to his will. But now it is crushed under the weight of the greatest alliance ever formed on Earth.
Races once divided have cast aside all rivalry to face him, marching together under the banner of the Hero of Light.
And that boundless army now stands at the gates of his stronghold, ready to shatter his dominion forever.
A violent tremor shakes the entire castle.
"M-Master… the Hero of Light will be here at any moment…" the vampire murmurs, her mouth still full of his erection.
The demon gently strokes her head.
"Do not fear, my beloved Isabelle. Let us simply savor these final moments together. It will be millennia before we see each other again."
A deafening crash explodes from the far end of the throne room. The massive doors are pulverized, and the corpses of demons are hurled in every direction.
"She has arrived," the Shadow King declares.
Framed within the ruined entrance stands a woman of angelic beauty. She wears gleaming armor forged of solid light, as radiant as the sword she holds in her hand.
The Hero of Light points her weapon at the demon. She is about to speak, but falters, embarrassed to find him completely naked alongside his three wives.
"I-Is this really how you present yourself for our final duel?!" she snaps, blushing.
The Shadow King chuckles in amusement.
"Final duel? Oh no — that was not what I had in mind. I was merely waiting for you to say farewell. Over the years we have crossed blades countless times, and I can say with certainty that you are the most powerful opponent I have faced in my long existence. It would have been discourteous to disappear without granting you one last greeting, wouldn't you agree?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Put something on and fight, you damned tyrant!"
In response, the Shadow King snaps his fingers. From the floor rises a vortex of black wind, swirling violently around the throne.
"Because of you, I failed to conquer the world — but it matters not. If I could not do so in this era, I shall in the next. We will meet again in ten thousand years, Hero of Light — though I doubt your fragile human body could endure that long."
The woman lunges at him, sword gripped tightly in her hands, but it is already too late.
Before she can reach him, the black wind dissolves, carrying away the soul of the Shadow King — and those of his three wives.
"Coward…" the woman hisses.
Moments later, dozens of soldiers from the allied army storm into the throne room to stand beside the Hero of Light — but they find only the four lifeless, naked bodies of their enemies abandoned upon the dark throne.
The woman's armor and sword of light dissolve into luminous particles.
At last, she casts one final look of hatred at the Shadow King's corpse.
"So be it. We will meet again in ten thousand years, you damn bastard."