Stone

Vincent Stone.

Son of Uriel Stone, first son of Marcus Stone who is the third son and successor of Yaldon Stone, the man who discovered a realm other than his own and decided he wanted it for himself and proceeded to use any means necessary, starting an organization that called themselves The Demon Hunters.

Hera had never been to the mortal realm, she'd never been directly at the frontlines either, she knew only what her grandfather and the human prisoners had told her.

The human prisoners hated her, they all had these false notions and ideas planted in their heads that made them seem more like rabid animals in their presence.

Yaldon Stone had destroyed the reputation of Demons ad any other creature that wasn't human just so he could grow in numbers. It favored him, and now his great-grandson was finally in her clutches.

Hera didn't pick Vincent randomly, she'd heard from her mole in the mortal realm of how the beloved grandson of their current leader, Marcus Stone, rose in ranks faster than any other hunter they'd recruited to do their dirty work.

It was the best way to get their organization to crumble and also stop any of them from rising from the ashes.

Then the human realm will be next, and then every other realm after that, one by one, Hera would make sure to conquer them all until she becomes the Empress she knows she was born to be.

That was her grand plan.

If making the human her consort and making him feel like he mattered until she got what she wanted from him would help her achieve her goal then so be it…even though the Fates kept her in the dark from so many things… gave her the instructions and orders without full explanations.

She was the Queen!

But yet, Hera knew she was just a pawn in countless people's games.

That would change soon enough but for now she had to keep playing the docile fool, the blind and incompetent queen.

She would make her grandfather proud.

There was a knock on her door, interrupting her self pep talk.

"Who?" she said with an irritated tone as she put down the mirror she had been holding in a tight grip.

Yes. She still couldn't see shit, no matter how hard she tried.

Once she was alone, with no one in the room, all she could see was darkness.

So she drew runes all over the palace, strong ruins that would keep her company on the darkest of days.

"Regina,"

Tercko.

She'd gotten good at recognizing the voices of the people around her before seeing their aura's, it was her own way of coping…the only way she could stay sane in this never ending darkness.

Tercko is Vracko's twin, the two are so similar in so many way but at the same time they were two completely different people.

Tercko wasn't hot headed like his brother, he was always the one with the good ideas, the one person in the entire palace that treated her with actual respect meant for a queen.

He didn't do it out of familial obligation like his brother did, he did it solely based on the fact that Hera was queen. She was the Regina, he was the only person who saw her as something else other than a child who's hands needed to be held.

Unlike his brother who always glowed different shades of red everyday like he had countless negative emotion sticks shoved up his ass, Tercko's was a sky blue and occasionally it changed ever slightly according to the moment.

Hera loved the guy.

"Tercko, please come in," there was a hint of relief in her tone, probably because she had silently hoped it wasn't Vracko behind that door… she so didn't have the strength to put up with him.

Tercko opened the door and walked in, the maids that stood by the doors were already used to after spending decades trying to tell her what is proper in a queen's room and what isn't.

Hera decided not to pay any heed to them, it was the only control she had over her life as queen.

Tercko stopped walking toward her when he was about ten steps away and then bowed deeply before raising his head.

Hera's room was spacious, a bit too much for her but she didn't really have a choice as it had been the room of every ruler that came before her.

She was the first female to sit on the throne, be the only ruler on the throne.

She was in the room of Kings. Many believed she didn't deserve to be, including her maids.

Unna and Rhea.

They stuck to her side like glue whenever they got the chance. It was annoying seeing as they didn't even treat her or fear her the way they ought to.

Bitches!

"Regina, the court has asked for your audience,"

Hera's lips twitched at the corner.

Great.

They wanted to scold her is what he meant, probably complain about some other decision she's made and tell her "That's not how it works, Regina..."

Then probably add the words "with all due respect, Regina,"

Pits! Was she really in the mood for that right now?

"Did something happen at the court in my absence?"

Tercko seemed to hesitate, a tinge of nervousness and maybe even fear radiating off of his aura.

"They..." He then cleared his throat, "They wish to discuss the fate of the mortal and the plans of the Fates,"

Then came the hardest part, listening to two different oppositions while being in the middle.

The demons at the court are always wanting to know what the Fates see, what they predict and what they plan meanwhile, the Fates don't even tell her everything and when they do, they make sure she tells no one about it apart from the twins because they were closer to her than anyone else in the palace.

"Tell them I'm busy," Hera blew out a frustrated breath and waved her hands in an attempt to dismiss Tercko.

"They're all gathered there Regina, and I don't think they'll take no for an answer."

Of course they won't.