Part 3

After spending several hours torturing worthless wastes of sapience, Xellma remembered the other reason she sought out Xalgaman.

"I need to attend a funeral, Xalgaman." Xellma said, as they continued walking through the grassy plain.

"Oh? whose?" Xalgaman asked, interested. "More importantly, where?"

"Mine. In the Ashen Empire." Xellma answered.

"Attending your own funeral? Classy. Why?"

"Xolarand gave me the idea. To cement my legacy as an evil bitch. Imagine the Demon Queen Xellma shows up at the funeral of the Ashen Empress? What will people assume of my mortal self?" Xellma answered, smiling unsettlingly again.

"Ashen Empress? Fuck me, you're Rebecca Ashe?" Xalgaman asked, clearly surprised. "I always knew you'd make for a great demon, but strong enough to be the Demon Queen? Always knew you had it in you, kid."

"Back to the question." Xellma answered, steering the question away from herself. "I need a mortal disguise, as while I look stunningly beautiful as a demon, I don't want to attract immediate attention from the Ashen Fist."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, you're far too powerful for disguises. King Xolarand smells like brimstone from a hundred paces. I give off heat like a Dwarven desert. I can't even imagine what your effect will be topside." Xalgaman said, laughing hoarsely.

"Regardless, I'd like to know how to human, or at least human adjacent." Xellma insisted. Why were demons so frustrating to work with?

"You're not gonna be able to ditch the horns, so I hope you like hats if you plan to disguise yourself." Xalgaman said, pointing at her head.