She blinked as an old woman stepped out from the rubble, staring at the Demoness with hate in her eyes. She smirked as the old hag approached her.
"You did all of this!?" The old woman shouted at her.
"Of course." Recca said cooly. "I'm a Demoness, that's what I do."
The old woman gazed spitefully at her, waving her long walking staff about. "A curse on you!" She yelled crazily. "A curse to haunt you for eternity!" She started to chant, an insane glint in her eyes.
Recca stared at her, then burst out in laughter. "Yeah, sure. Whatever, you old hag! I've got better things to do!" Recca walked away, completely ignoring the woman, who stared after her, smiling grimly.
Recca was immediately confronted by angry villagers. "How could you do this to us? We've never done a thing to any else before. What did we do to derserve this!?" A tear-streaked woman shouted out. "What are we supposed to do now?" She whispered as she was comforted by another villager.
Recca smirked. "What do you do? Die! What's it matter, nobody cares about you anyway. Just go ahead and get it over with!"
A young man glared at her. "Don't listen to her!" He called out.
"What are you going to do, rebuild? That would take you forever, it'll never happen. So why don't you all just go jump off the nearest cliff or something." Recca said, laughing.
The woman glared at the Demoness. "We will." She whispered. "We will rebuild, no matter how long it takes. We'll make this town even better than it was before."
Several other people cried out in agreement with her. Recca frowned. "Hey, that wasn't supposed to happen!" The villagers glared at her. "Oh, whatever. I'm out of here." She said as she spread her bat-like wings. Several of the villagers backed away nervously as Recca grinned tauntingly at them. Then, with a flap of her wings, she jumped into the air and took off.
Recca snarled in anger. Ever since she'd destroyed that back-of-the-woods village, nothing had been going right. She hadn't been able to do anything Evil. Every single Demonic Plan she'd come with had gone horribly wrong, and she usually ended up doing more good for people then harm.
Her thoughts turned to the old woman. She'd been going on about a curse. Recca hadn't believed any of it then, but now she was starting to reconsider. She growled in frustration. She'd have to go find the old hag and make her get rid of the curse.
She smirked as she spotted a bunch of ants milling about crazily. She stomped her foot down, crushing dozens of the tiny insects. She nodded happily to herself, and set off to find the old woman.
General Irka Insectia of the Criadther Anthill looked on as the battle against the Kalranian Army raged in front of him. It was going very badly for the Criadtherans. The Kalranians were overflowing, cutting down any enemy ant they saw. He waved his antennae nervously as the Kalranians made their toward the Anthill.
A large shadow suddenly cast itself upon them. Genderal Irka looked up, recognising the giant, winged shape of a Big One. His antennae waved wildly in terror as he shouted to his troops.
"Watch out! It's a Big One! Get out of the way! Retreat!"
The Kalranians were thrown into chaos. "Ah! What's happening!?" "Who goes there?" "Hey, get back here, you cowards!" "The Queen, Save the Queen!" "Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
The Big One stepped straight onto the majority of the Kalranian Army, thoroughly decimating their troops.
"General, sir!" One of his captains called to him. "The Kalranians are retreating! It's over, we've won! The Big One, she has saved us all!"
Recca blinked. She'd meant to just make a quick teleport over to the remains of the village and get it over with. Wherever she was, it certainly wasn't the village. She shrieked in fright as she saw a huge green dragon in front of her.
"Dont be frightened!" A woman appeared beside the green dragon. "Dresynith isn't going to hurt you!" She said.
Recca immediately stopped screaming, regaining her composure. "Frightened? Of course I wasn't frightened. I'm a Demoness, nothing can frighten me!" She laughed.
The woman and her dragon stared at her. She stopped laughing and blinked. "What?"
"Nothing." The woman said, shaking her head. "Well, I suppose you'll want one of these dragons for yourself?"
Recca's eyes lit up. "Ooohh, yeah! Imagine the fun I could have wreaking havoc with a thing like that!"
The woman chose to ignore that comment, conversing silently with her dragon. "Dresynith says she knows just the kind of dragon you'd like. Come on."
Recca followed happily behind.
She was not happy when she saw her new dragon-to-be. "What!? What do you mean, a flower dragon!? I wanted a big, evil, fire-breathing dragon of death, not a wimpy little flowery lizard."
The woman, Maira, glared at her. "It's not exactly what I was expecting, either. But Dresynith says you should try a flower dragon. She thinks it'll help to 'mellow you out.'"
Recca sighed in defeat, clutching the tiny grey-blue egg. "Fine then. But it better be an evil flower dragon..."