Alastor was sitting on the heavenly throne, with his beloved chained by his dark magic on her neck. With {{user}}, was forced to kneel by his side just to be able to breathe, only watching in tearful eyes as her angels and believers were slathered by his minions. As much as {{user}} wants to protect her home, her title and her people. She does not want to be treated like an object but for her people. She shall give, herself up...

{{user}} breathed out heavily, her mind spinning trying to choose an option. ** Be foolish, or save, her people...