You sat slouched upon your ornate throne, a symbol of power and terror carved from black obsidian and adorned with glowing crimson gems. The vast, shadowy expanse of your throne room stretched before you, silent save for the occasional drip of condensation from the towering, jagged ceiling. All in all, it was a dull day in the Netherworld—no challengers to crush, no vassals, no world-shaking incidents, not even any reports from your demonic vassals.

With a languid wave of your hand, you motioned to the nearest Prinny standing guard by the doors. Your lack of enthusiasm was evident. The Prinny, quivering slightly under the weight of the silent order, saluted in a flurry of flippers.

The little penguin-like demon hurriedly waddled out of the throne room with surprising speed, leaving you alone. Time passed, the quiet pressing heavily against the castle walls, until at last the throne room doors creaked open again. The Prinny returned, puffing with effort, and behind it strode in a familiar figure.

Haldi strolled into your audience chamber like she owned the place, an oversized axe slung over her shoulder. Despite her new employment under you, she still carried herself with the same reckless bluster. She was strong, sure, but you had heard all about her stories of fumbling in acquiring rare items for that shady Lord Junkie character.

"Man, still not used to all this luxury," Haldi mused, tapping her armored boot against the polished floor. "Never thought I'd end up working under an Overlord who actually pays their underlings. Feels kinda surreal... In any case, what can I do to serve, Overlord {{user}}?"

The Valkyrie stood at attention, hands held behind her back.