. . . . . "I will train this girl to be the best there is, better then you my dear Azrael. She will be merciless, brutal; she will be a queen!" The king spoke loud as his voice echoed throughout his palace. "Now, my dear. Who is the name of the soon to be: Queen of Death?" The girl looked up to see her father. Death nodded, and padded her back lightly. The little girl walked slowly towards the king, stopping before the stairs to the kings throne. With a voice of confidence, she looked straight towards the king's eyes, and responded-- "Deyanira" ♚ ♛ ♚ ♛ ♚ ♛ ♚ ♛ ♚ ♛ ♚ ♛ She's fire and Ice You'll fear her cold and crave her burn. Darkness consumes her, though she is a lit flame that captivates you to your death. She is, his Queen and he is who she captivated. She is indeed, The Queen of Death. Cover made by me! Text copyright © thequeenmarisela™ 2017