Since the vlog isn't going well, I thought I'd share a bit of the fiction I'm writing right now. Lordac is the Gray King in Vassa, a demi-god who wants to break free of his mother, the Goddess of Death.
Lordac sat back in his throne, his eyes half closed. All around him the moans of the damned echoed through the vaulted chamber. He sighed and shifted in his seat. A few of the liches pontificating before him paused but when he showed no other sign of moving, they resumed.
“My lord, forgive the intrusion.” The squat, toad-like creations his mother used for messengers were among the only living things in this realm and Lordac welcomed their appearance, even if it usually meant trouble for him. “Your mother is looking for you.”
“She knows where to find me. She's the one who put me here in the first place,” Lordac said. He sighed and straightened the iron crown on his brow. “All right, where is she?”
“In her garden,” the creature said.
“Where in her garden?” Lordac asked.
“By the roses,” the creature said.
“Which ones?” Lordac hated playing these games.
“The black ones,” the creature said.
“Well that narrows it down to only a quarter of the garden,” Lordac muttered. He stood up and stretched. “I'll be back as soon as my mother is finished with me this time.”
“If she lets you come back,” one of the liches muttered.
Lordac made note of which one had spoken. When he returned, he'd have to think of a suitable punishment for it. There was, after all, very little to amuse him in this sterile, dead world.