Devil Thrills

Prologue

The stars blinked back into existence as dusk darkened to match the colours painted on the canvas she stared at. Her lamp lit the corridors she was supposed to wander down, paintings adorning them. But she knew. She knew that the true art was behind the large still life. She glanced behind her, and her vision was only met with the empty halls of the closed museum.

The painting moved of silent hinges as she undid the almost invisible fastenings, keeping the painting attached to the wall. It swung open to reveal a dark hallway, lit only by her lamp. She stepped into the hole in the wall, just about large enough to crouch in. she moved on bare feet, all too aware of every rustle of her red dress, trailing on the ground behind her, and felt the air that each of her hairs stirred when they moved. She came toward the end of the hallway, a blank slate of shale, so different from the blocks of stone surrounding her.

The shale took slightly more effort to move than the painting, but she managed, spurred on by the sounds of laughter, music and feasts. The shale finally moved just enough to let her slip through and enter the atrium. Stone walls reached into the sky, as if to challenge the gods themselves were made of the same stone bricks that had enclosed her just moments before. Three tables dominated the space, laden with enough food that only kings would dream of it. Red-faced men and women sat and laughed at the tables, gorging themselves on the feats spread before them. A platform rose at the far end, stern enough that anyone who dared stand up there was someone deserving of respect.

She stood for a moment, fixing her hair, making sure that both her ears and  the backless dress plunging dangerously deep was visible, before starting at a leisurely stroll. Soon people noticed her and fell silent as she made her way to the platform . She reached the platform and made her way up with a hunter's gait. Whispers floated above the heads of the guests as they told her stories, the legends of her deeds.

"Queen Riena" a man covered in northeren wolf furs and leather stood, the slight scrape the bench deafaningly loud, in the absence of the buzzing atmosphere from moments before. he suddenly knelt as low he could without falling and rose again. "We have awaited your arrival. My grandfather spoke of your reign as the best he knew, read about or heard of. He was honoured to have lived during it."

The Queen smiled as agreements were voiced around the room. those agreement thurned to shouts, aventually roars of her name reached the sky, shaking those gods from their thrones.

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So. This is a little shorter than I would like, but it's only the prologue sooo... I'm trying something new, using a writing prompt instead of the good ol' brain.
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