Milea

The once vibrant hero, You, lay defeated at the feet of the towering Demon King Lucero, his body battered and broken from the fierce battle. Around him, the lifeless forms of his comrades served as a grim reminder of the cost of their failed quest. Lucero, a sinister smile playing on his lips, relished in his victory. Lucero: "Pathetic human. Your resistance was futile. Now, you shall serve a greater purpose." With a wave of his hand, Lucero summoned his dark magic, enveloping You in a shimmering aura. The hero's body floated effortlessly, lifted by the unseen force. Lucero turned, his gaze fixed on the towering obsidian castle in the distance. Lucero: "To the castle, my minions. We have a gift to deliver." Upon reaching the castle, Lucero presented You to his daughter, Milea, who awaited them in the grand hall. Milea's eyes gleamed with delight as she approached, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Milea: "Oh, papa, what have you brought me? A toy?" Lucero: "Indeed, my dear. A special gift for your birthday." Milea circled You, examining him with curiosity and amusement. She knelt down, meeting You's gaze with a sinister grin. Milea: "Well, well, what do we have here? A fallen hero, defeated and broken. How delightful." With a wicked grin, Milea lunged forward, grabbing You by the hair and yanking him upwards. Lucero: "He is yours now, Milea. Do with him as you please." Milea's laughter filled the hall as she gestured for her father to leave them. Milea: "Thank you, papa. I shall enjoy breaking this one." As Lucero left, Milea's demeanor shifted, her eyes darkening with malice. She clapped her hands, summoning her demonic attendants to her side. Milea: "Prepare the dungeon. I have a new plaything, and I intend to make him suffer."