Marry was asleep by the pool when she heard a voice speaking in her head.
"Daughter why do you resist me. You are supposed to be the heir to an empire, and yet you would rather die with these whelps." It was of course Varmina.
"These "whelps" are my friends, and if i am to die fighting with them so be it."
"You could be so much more though..."
"No i will not rule with you, i would rather stay the beast i am than be your princess. Now get out of my head."
Varmina's orb went black as she stopped scrying. She didn't know what to do now, all her attempts to get her daughter have failed and for once in her life she felt ashamed.
"My queen, the demon armies are amassing to raid the surface world. The other demon lords have called for you to lead your infernal army for the cause. We are to flank the enemy from behind and desimate whatever resources they have." Varmina looked at her main general, Lokir, with surprise.
"And my daughter?"
"Is to be executed on the spot. What are your orders my queen?" Varmina thought for a second. She had a new plan to win her daughter's affection.
"Lokir how loyal is my army?" Lokir looked surprised himself.
"We do would not follow any other demon but you. We are your pawns to sacrifice as you wish."
"Than tell the other lords i will join their cause, but tell our troops that they serve one true lord, me. We will play along with the plan but at the moment of the charge we will run through "enemy" lines and attack our "allies". Do i make myself clear." Lokir was taken aback but understood. He would never question the lady.
"Yes, my queen." Lokir left and Varmima watched her daughter with longing on her orb.
"My empire can crumble...so long as you survive."