Otherworld-Comics

It was a blight that crossed the Demon Overlord Cruxia’s desk in the early morning of her power. A strange and twisted thing, the likes of which she had not seen in aeons, perhaps it was even a wholly new thing as it looked quite alien to her. She had recently rectified her new power centre in Gauntlet Hold and had gone through the laborious time that was beating her staff into submission. Though after all the time she’d spent sedentary in her previous confines she had relished the exercise. A physical burst of power, the mildest twitch of muscles that on any other overlord would have surely atrophied. But not Overlord Cruxia, wh