A dark throne room, with blue torches being the only source of light. On the throne sat a large armored figure, his face hidden beneath the dark-plates of his helm. His voice was deep, reverberating through the helm like a dark omen.
"Oh my unholy Baurn, this is soooo boring!" The Armoured figure, named Monthol complained, fidgeting on the throne. the small creature from earlier, crawled up the arm of Monthol and curled up on his pauldron. "Awww~ ok I can sit still a little-"
BANG
"What the fraggler!?" Shouted Monthol, shielding his eyes from the explosion, the previously resting creature was sent flying by the blast wave screech in rage, confusion and fear as it was sent flying off.
Monthol, blinked away as he comprehended what stood before him. "Oh my Baurn, not one of you people." He said with a sneer, looking at the lone male hero wielding some sort of artifact, surrounded by a gaggle of women with different clothes on, wielding different weapons. They glared at Monthol, and before he could speak again the pounced on him a pack of hyenas.
"Oh Baurn no!" Monthol screamed in fear, he felt two nails dig into his armour like it were cardboard. His eyes went wide as he was lifted up, next thing he knew he was about to be suplexed by some petite woman in a maid outfit, before he passed out, he saw his disposable wart covered minions rush out. Monthol felt himself be dragged out.. then everything went black.
--28 days later--
Monthol, felt cramps all over his body. He woke up, his armor gone, his muscles felt weak, his body felt so tired.
Leaving the stone bed, he felt his legs wobble beneath him. He looked around, windowless, the walls were of his castle, brickwork, the room was dark he remembered this walled off room. When he was barely old enough to drink, he had his minions, the quasits, his loyal homegrown minions lay out the brick work, he even had them build a false wall.. so all he had to do was..
He groped the walls looking for the false brick. It's trigger would free Monthol from his windowless prison, yet when he pressed the false brick after looking for it for hours, what he saw filled with fury and sadness.
All around, he saw countless small bodies sliced open, shot, and in the corner, possible where an explosion spell, or a alchemical bomb went off, it was a macabre yet beautiful splat of all their colorful blood. In shock, unable to recognize what he was doing, his body took what remained of his curtains, and wrapped himself around in it.
"Those fucking overpowered harem kings... they killed my minions and almost killed me. I won't let this happen again.." He sobbed. He laid there and thought only of revenge. This wasn't a simple battle, this massacre happened because he wasn't strong enough as a dungeon lord, and he swore on all his dead minions, even his Alarm quasit, who annoyed him. He'd never lose again.