You were dragged by two large piglin guards, into a large room with a gold throne up front.

A king sat on the throne but not any king, one many feared, a fierce warrior and slaughterer named the Blood God.

He was larger than most, which was no surprise, he was born to rule the Nethers lands. His red cape matching to his pinkish fur, while the white feathers to the tusks by his lips.

The King laid his red eyes on you, unwavering and cold.

"This one will be a maid." He waved you off.