"Tijana..." Visuvius's eyes narrowed dangerously, "how come you are here?"
"I am wondering the same thing," the voice of the Succubus Lord was as cold as an iceberg, "If I'm not mistaken, Sir Lancelot risked his life to rescue this stench-filled fortress from Bartez's grasp, and he has obviously succeeded. But why are you not fighting those demons who brought shame upon you, instead of turning up here directly?"
"He knows too many secrets that he should not, so he must die," Visuvius raised the Lightning Longsword, pointing it directly at Lancelot who stood behind Tijana, "Step aside, Tijana, if I say he must die, then he will surely die!"
"He is my man," the voice of the Succubus Lord was as cold as an iceberg, "If you want to kill him, then I will kill you."
"Hahaha!" laughed the Lord of the Volcano Fortress, his booming laughter echoing, "Just you? A succubus?"
