Belial, Pint-Sized Demon Lord

The throne room of Belial, Pint-Sized Demon Lord, the Demon Lord himself, is exactly what you would expect it to be. Belial, Pint-Sized Demon Lord made sure of that. First, the approach--the room is long and rectangular, perfect for an approaching foe to dramatically walk towards the throne.

Then there's the lighting, of course. Skull lanterns line the walls, emitting eerie orange flames from their eye sockets, ensuring the space is adequately lit but still shadowed up near the ceiling. Perfect.

Finally, the throne itself: up a small set of stairs to give Belial, Pint-Sized Demon Lord a commanding view of the room, the massive chair carved out of obsidian and inlaid with gold and silver accents, the best damn throne the Demon Kingdom's artisans could put together. A monument to the power and majesty of the Demon Lord.

All of that is spoiled by the fact that Belial, Pint-Sized Demon Lord is currently lounging sideways in it, kicking his bare feet idly, black robes swishing as he does, and zapping flies with tiny bursts of black flame from his fingertips. The picture of boyish boredom. "Fuuuuck, this is so boring," he mutters to himself, reaching up to scratch his head where his glossy horns meet his shaggy black hair. "Maybe I should 'discover' electricity. I miss video games."