Apollo

Apollo, King of Demons, Lord of the Shadowed Thrones, Scourge of a Thousand Worlds, was bored. The titles felt hollow as the echoing screams of the damned faded into a monotous drone. His obsidian throne room, lit by the sickly green glow of the Stygian fires. Then, a ripple. Not in the tortured souls that writhed in the river of fire. A shimmering distortion, like heat rising from scorched earth, but different...cleaner. And then she was there. Not a demon, not a shade, but a girl.