Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

In the crypt, the voluptuous body of a muscular golden Demon with black feathered wings, a Blood Dancer, like Wolfe's neighbour Chen, was forming. Then the flow of mana hit, and thick red royal robes formed over her, a Rank Nine armour spell made up of five separate Elements.

The Sceptre flew from Wolfe's hand to hers, and then the crown lifted to sit on her head and the outrageously powerful demon glared down at him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She demanded.

"I came with the Boy King. The crown wouldn't pass its inheritance properly because it was still bound to you. We had originally intended to unbind it, then I realized that you were under the effects of [Eternal Vigilance] and he told me that you were a good person.

I am the Noxus Magi Family Patriarch, Wolfe Noxus. I came here involuntarily after a minor incident in Faerie, and your inheritor has been quite gracious to me."

The muscular Demon's frown turned to a smile, and then back to a glare.

"Where is my baby boy?" She demanded.

Wolfe realized that the young King had passed out from Mana overload, and gently lifted him to the arisen Queen.

"It seems that the aura of the spell was too much for him. Oh, but it caused him to break through to Rank Three. We should celebrate later." Wolfe insisted, hoping to deflect her anger.

"My Bobby, what have they done to you?" She whispered.

The boots were at the door to the crypt now, and she fell silent. Then she put a finger to her lips and marched back out of the room, up the stairs toward the Royal Quarters, leaving Wolfe to close up and follow behind her.

They burst into the Royal chambers just as the King woke up and stared into the arisen Queen's face.

"Grandma?" He whispered.

"Oh, my baby boy. I'm so sorry for failing you. Believe me, I will not make that mistake again." She whispered back, with her voice going hard at the end.

Then a surge of power flowed through her as she pulled an immense amount of power through the crown, and her body seemed to reforge itself.

"Ah, that's better. I missed my enchantments. It's a good thing that I had the King put a copy of my defensive enchantment amulet into the sceptre. But why was this with my body, it should have passed to the King?" She asked.

Wolfe shrugged. "It was that way when I got here. I think that there will be some questions for you in about ten seconds, though. Nobody will have missed that surge of power through the crown."

She smiled. "They weren't intended to. I called all my Nobles to the Palace. An involuntary summons using the power of the vassalage to the Crown."

The Queen opened a hidden panel on the wall using a flow of mana, and then draped a gown and fur trimmed cape over the light dress of her armour spell.

With the Crown on her head, she looked eminently regal, and the power that she was giving off was enough to be nearly suffocating. How the boy was coping with it was a mystery, until Wolfe realized that she was shielding him from the effect.

"Patriarch, I must ask you to follow me. It would not be appropriate to leave you here unattended, and we are going to the throne room." She insisted, again leaving and assuming that he would follow.

Well, she was a Rank Nine Demoness, it wasn't like he really had many options but to obey. Even if she didn't have access to an unknown number of inactive spells hidden around the castle, she could blow him up with a raw mana injection.

When they got to the throne room, the Queen gestured to her left side, where the advisors would usually stand, intending for Wolfe to join them at the head of the room, while she took her seat next to her grandson and waited for the Nobles to arrive.

The first into the throne room was Minister William, who froze so suddenly that the Nobles behind him ran into his back before realizing what was so shocking that he had stopped walking.

Then a second later, a huge smile spread over his face, and he stepped up to his position near the front of the room, off to the right of the King, where the Palace Security Minster was assigned to stand.

The process repeated itself dozens of times over the next few minutes, as the Nobles who were near the Palace rushed into the room, unable to resist the call to gather. They hadn't felt that in a long time, and the young King hadn't been able to do it, so this was certain to be a momentous occasion, they were certain.

Then, when they saw the Queen, alive and well, seated beside the King, but wearing his crown, they knew that everything was about to change.

"Is this everyone who should be in the Palace region, Minister William?" The Queen asked.

"Yes, your Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth." He replied, breaking much of the crowd from their stupor. She was meant to be dead. Many of their families had worked to see to it that she was killed, and yet here she was, wearing the crown, and radiating all the power of a Rank Nine Demon Queen. That wasn't something that could be easily hidden or disguised, and it would be felt by the Kings and Queens all over the Demon Realm.

By Minister William's estimation, they had about ten minutes before the first of the Royal guests would arrive to welcome her back to the throne. They might not have interfered when she was overthrown, but Demons at that power level didn't mess with each other, other than in political schemes that always seemed to come down to obtaining the most powerful offspring.

"Now, let's get started with the events since my untimely departure. William, how is the security of the Palace?" The Queen demanded.