Title: Foolish Hero Word Count: 332 Warnings: Mentions of Mass Death Created for the Tropetember Event - (Noble Demon) Fear is a powerful weapon, and Sierra understands that implicitly. She’s cultivated her image so that the civilians of her city know their place just as well as they know hers. She’s not a bad person; hell, she’s never been a bad person. But many would argue that referring to herself as noble in any sense of the world is, well, a bit far off. Sierra would argue that they’re full of shit.
So, when the self-proclaimed hero arrived to attempt to take her throne, Sierra sat back and watched. Going down to face him required a level of effort she wasn’t entirely willing to put forth, and saving her mercenaries from their inevitable fate seemed like a waste of time. There were always more people willing to work for her. What were a few casualties to get what she wanted?
“Sierra! Come out, you evil bitch!” The hero’s voice echoed through the building and Sierra chuckled to herself. “Face me, you coward!”
“You’re awfully brave right now. After facing how many of my mercenaries and leaving a trail of bodies leading to my front door? And you’re the hero, here? I’m not all that sure of that. Why don’t you rest some. I wouldn’t want to beat the shit out of you on an unfair playing field.” Sierra watched as a series of emotions flickered across the hero’s face before he slumped forward. “Giving up so easily?”
“I don’t… trust you..” The hero struggled to get the words out. His injuries were starting to actually get to him now, and Sierra just offered a tight smile.
“There’s a room unlocked upstairs with a bed. You can go there and rest. Otherwise, leave.” The hero stared before stalking upstairs angrily. Sierra laughed as he did and shook her head. Once he was out of sight, she mumbled to herself, “Honey, it wouldn’t be fun or fair for me to fight your puny self when you’re at a larger disadvantage… Take the reprieve.”