I clanged as my battered armor pinched my worn limbs. To the throne of gold, I sat, looking out at the knights that once stood with me on the battlefield.
Steam billowed from the grand doors. The beast of volcanic rage snarled, its scales crackled as it shifted.
“You attempted to steal from me,” the beast said with a deep throated growl. “You shall choose to perish, or your kingdom will become ash as you watch it burn.” A stein of iron embellishments with a dragon dancing upon it contained red bubbles and flaming steam. A knight trembled as he brought it before me.
“Drink it.”
My hand of metal gripped it. I looked out, wishing my knights would decree they would fight. None did. I had committed the sin of greed. The stein touched my lips. It burned as the magma slid down my throat.
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