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"Mortals!" she roared, her voice rattling the thin walls. "Kneel before your new mistress or—"

"Kaelen," she boomed one evening, sitting cross-legged on the floor because her armor had broken the only chair. "This 'Netflix' demands tribute. It says my free trial has expired. Shall I execute the digital messenger?" "No, Mal. We just have to use my roommate’s password." The.Voluptuous.DEMON.QUEEN.And.Our.Shoebox.Apar...

As Henderson poked around, complaining about the smell of burnt ozone, Malphasia sat in the cramped porcelain basin, clutching a loofah like a scepter. For the first time in ten thousand years, the Queen of the Hells felt something new: the desperate, human need to keep a roof over her head. "Mortals

Malphasia blinked, her glowing crimson eyes scanning the 250-square-foot room. Her massive spiked pauldrons scraped against the ceiling. "This... this is your dungeon? It is pitiable. Where are the lava pits? The wailing souls?" It says my free trial has expired

Kaelen smiled, leaning against the radiator. "Deal. But you're still doing the dishes."

That night, as they shared a single pizza on the floor, Malphasia looked at the cracked ceiling. "Kaelen?"

"Hide in the tub!" Kaelen whispered."I am a Queen! I hide for no—""There’s a strict 'no demonic entities' clause in the lease, Mal! Get in the tub!"