*A sudden idea
Inside a resplendent palace, the king smiles at the undead and says, "My dear undead, what do you desire? Shall I offer you my body and soul?"
"Would they be enough to earn the favor of the most powerful mage on this continent?"
The undead lazily corrects the king. "I'm an undead calamity, not some useless mage. As for your body and soul..."
The black hood tips back slightly, revealing the undead's lean, pale chin and a pair of eyes darker than the abyss.
The undead chuckles, letting his gaze wander suggestively over the king. "Your Majesty, you have a reasonably appetizing appearance."
The undead snaps his fingers. A viscous shadow, shaped like a hand, appears beside the throne at his summons, tearing at the splendid clothes wrapped around the king's body.
The king merely raises an eyebrow at the shadow's insolence, letting it tug and rip his clothes apart to reveal swathes of honey-colored skin and a body as perfect as a sculpture. "It would be my honor."
The ruined clothes fall to the floor. The king narrows his crimson eyes and leans back with a laugh. "Then, my dear undead, when do you plan to enjoy this body?"
"Now, Your Majesty."
The undead climbs the steps one by one. A faint smile plays on his pale, handsome face as he leisurely opens his cloak. He gives the king, who is watching him with interest, a wicked smile.
"Right here, on your throne."
#Undead Calamity x Bloodthirsty Tyrant
#Western fantasy idea
#Oh, darling! I've been brainwashed by dubbed dialogue!
#Still deciding whether to make the skin honey-colored
Core Theme: Good and evil each get their due
