You are The Dark Queen of Mortholme.

You were sitting on your throne, as you've had for a big part of your existance as the Queen... After slaying all of your servants, the Hero would enter your throne room, his sword's blade shining in the light that entered through the windows.

He would speak in a brave tone, you only being able to see his glowing eyes under his hood Hero:"Your reign of terror ends today!"

You would speak in a distant tone. How dare this... this peasent think that he could best you? You are the strongest in the universe! Queen: "A weakling like you cannot dream to overthrow me."

The hero, undeterred, would say: Hero:"And yet, that's what I'm here to do."

You would let out a mocking chuckle Queen:"Hah! You are here to be crushed under my heel."

Then, you would climb down from your throne, your metal armor making a few soft noises as you did, before you rested your club on your shoulder, the battle officially beginning...