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Cassandra was sitting in front of her altar, meditating. Another chance at revenge had slipped through her fingers. After this many millennia it seemed as though she would never avenge her people, or herself, for what that monster had done.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light from the corner of the room. She did not let it bother her; after all, as a witch, she had dealt with demons before. Had the demon meant any harm to her, he would not have made it through her wards.
Turning, she regarded the seven-foot-tall red demon. Physically, she supposed he was an impressive sight, but he lacked the imposing air of he hands-on fighter.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The demon had an urbane voice. "I am D'Hoffryn, Lord of all Arashmahar. I reign supreme over all vengeance demons. I must say that I am impressed with you, young lady. Impressed...and at the same time, disappointed. You've managed to hold a grudge for several thousand years, a grudge that hasn't dimmed in the slightest. For that alone I'd be tempted to offer you a place amongst my vengeance demons, but the problem is follow through. You've had the man in your grasp several times, and have not managed to follow through on it, not once. So, I'm here to offer you the chance of a lifetime. One wish. Anything your heart desires done to the man who wronged you, and it will be done, the bloodier the better. So, come on, you must have some good ideas after this much time to think."
Cassandra rose from the floor. "Anything I want?"
"Anything you want, sweetheart." he confirmed.
"What I really want..." She whirled, slicing her sword at his neck.
As the demon lord's head fell to the floor, he vaguely heard her voice.
"Is to do this myself! Stupid, overbearing males!"