A demon king
On a giant hog
Leading an army of orcs
His battlecry, red, visible
In its range, the orcs get berserk
Reaches the eight castle
Gets inside
There is nobody
There is no king
Gets into a room
A witch appears
She says
“This is the last one, for you”
Kills him with a piercing blow
A nail, several inches long
Right in the demon’s neck
Everything goes black.
The demon king’s soul migrates…