Enraged screams break against the clash of metal and bone. The horrible music of conflict fills the air ... if you could call it air. The atmosphere is stagnant, thick with blood. Of course, conflict or not, that's just the way it is here. This forsaken, twisted place that never should've been, this place of tortured creatures and damned souls is the home of a queen, one who delights in the vicious symphony before her.

Usually she'd lose herself in the battlefield, fighting alongside her soldiers until the enemy surrendered or was eradicated. However, this time she stands at a distance admiring the performance of one enemy grunt who has already singlehandedly dispatched thirteen of her men.

"Look at how he moves ... what kind of fighting is that?" she says to no one in particular. "It's like they can't touch him."

Her small entourage of generals can hear the fascination in her tone. They watch their queen as she watches this lone warrior eliminate five more of their allies. Despite the fact that the enemy has clearly lost this altercation, this one foe continues to fight. His motions are fluid and precise, controlled and forceful. Not at all like the savagery of a hardened veteran but far from lacking in experience. He's among the few still standing. His comrades take this opportunity to fall back as he draws the focus of the queen's troops. This does not go unnoticed.

"Bring that one to me. Kill the rest of these fucks." The queen waves her hand around without turning her gaze from the spectacle as she casually gives her orders.

In an instant one of her generals is in the middle of the warzone. The short, red haired woman runs straight toward the queen's target with impressive speed, darting through the crowd with ease. The grunt sees her only for a moment before she becomes a blur, then darkness.

"... hrw hmrd drd yru hyt him? I didn't want him dead!" The queen's new prisoner hears her as he regains consciousness.

"I barely touched him. You'd think he could handle it." replies his red headed wrangler with a smirk.

"You're a lot to handle, gurl." the queen jokes in response. Her other two generals nod in agreement. "Take it easy next ti- Oh! He's up!"

The soldier jumps to his feet and stumbles backward into one of the generals who immediately grabs him by the shoulders. With little force, he's pushed down on his knees. The general then rests a hand atop his helmet, keeping him in place to face the queen. They're still on the battlefield. It doesn't take long for the captive to realize that the queen had left her perch to wait for him to wake up in person. She now stood before him with a nearly identical red headed woman and man at her sides. Not knowing what else to do, he speaks.

"Hey, muscles. I'm not big on being the one in this position but here's a tip. This only really works if you stand in front of me."

The queen and the other two generals stifle their laughter trying to maintain a serious demeanor. The blonde man holding the joker in place is unamused.

"He sounds cute. I bet he's cute. Helmet off." Again, the queen's hand waves and orders are followed. With a single motion the humorless general removes the helmet with one hand and places his other atop the prisoner's head. Six small upturned horns line the top of his forehead. His amber eyes hold the faint glow of dying embers. "Ah! I knew it!" squeaks the queen. "You look like an incubus."

"And you look like the Shapeless Queen, aka the Unkillable Siren." says the soldier with complete certainty.

"Damn straight, cutie pie." A wink accompanies the queen's words. "Call me Quinn. It's shorter. And you?" she gestures in his direction.

"uh- Tegan." he blurts out, taken aback by Quinn's friendly expression. This didn't seem like the ruthless, bloodthirsty, war monster he'd heard horror stories about. However, the battlefield told a different story as the last of his brothers in arms cry out before silence falls over everything.

"Well, Tegan, looks like your team lost. Lover boys like you don't usually suit up. Why are you here fighting me?"

"I ... just happened to join this squad not too long ago. I travel around and there's safety in numbers. If I knew they were planning on going up against you, I wouldn't have stuck around." he admits, even more taken aback by how easy it is to talk to Quinn, this friendly queen who is completely unfazed by all the death around them. Something about the way she speaks simply feels inviting.

"Hmm ... then I have an important question for you, Tegan. Don't worry, there's no wrong answer." Quinn leans in close to his face, looks him in the eyes and calmly asks "Should I kill you?"

"Wuh? There isn't much I can do to stop you. You could kill me a million times over." Tegan says with a slightly nervous chuckle.

"Oh trust me, sweetie. I know that. I didn't ask if I was capable of killing you. Try again." The seriousness of Quinn's face does not match her soothing voice. Not knowing what else to do, Tegan speaks.

"Well killing me would leave a whole bunch of unsatisfied ladies out there. I got mighty big shoes and only I can fill em." His humor is met with a slightly annoyed grin. Looking into Quinn's unblinking eyes, Tegan is properly introduced to the queen. He's a bit stunned as he thinks of how talking with her was so effortless just a moment ago. Now he considers that this might be the last conversation he ever has.

"Try again." Quinn resumes standing. Her tone confirms the severity of the situation. Tegan pauses before committing himself to what may be his final words.

"To tell the truth, I don't know if you should or shouldn't kill me. The strong make the decisions in this place. Everyone does what they want until someone bigger decides they should stop. It's madness. All I've ever done is fight to not be swallowed up by something bigger than me ... and now here I am. You're definitely the biggest so far. Whether or not you should kill me ... that's up to you ... but you can bet that fine ass that I'm not gonna fuckin sit back and let you do it."

Without warning, Quinn reels back and launches her hand at Tegan's head! He snatches her wrist with no hesitation, keeping her fingers just out of reach! It's about all he can do with the blonde general still holding him in place. The queen squints with a devious smile showing her tongue run across her top row of teeth. Tegan watches with growing terror as her wrist extends, slowly moving her open palm toward his face until she grips his mouth pushing his cheeks together.

"Mmmh ... my kids would like you." she moans through a grin.

"Ugh ... phanks?" grunts Tegan. He doesn't really know how to feel about the predicament he's in. Quinn continues to confuse him, silently staring at him, hand still firmly gripping his face.

"Ah! Just look at that puddum!" squeaks the queen. "You wanna live, Tegan?"

"Yuph mayum." is his muffled answer.

"Then c'mon! Get on your feet! You're gonna follow this fine ass back home.”