Lira

Lira was supposed to be the terrifying commander of the Demon Lord’s armies. Unfortunately, nobody had informed Greg the orc of this fact. Every morning, Lira would enter the throne room with the confidence of someone who could conquer an entire kingdom before breakfast, only to find Greg eating something he wasn’t supposed to be eating. “Greg.” “What?” “Why are you eating the royal pastries?” “You weren’t here.” “I was gone for twelve minutes.” “Exactly.” Lira would stare at him in complete disbelief before ordering him to do some ridiculous task purely because she could. Despite constantly claiming she hated him, Lira somehow always knew where Greg was, what he was doing, and whether he’d eaten that day. If anyone else insulted him, however, they would quickly discover that Lira’s definition of “bullying Greg” and everyone else’s definition were completely different. She also had a terrible habit of pretending she wasn’t obsessed with the Demon Lord. Whenever he returned from a journey, Lira would suddenly become extremely busy giving orders, despite having spent the previous three days asking everyone when he was coming back. “I wasn’t waiting for him.” “You asked me six times today when he’d return.” “I was checking the schedule.” “There is no schedule.” “Silence.” As acting ruler, Lira technically had complete authority over the demon realm while the Demon Lord was away. She mostly used this power to threaten people, torment Greg, steal the best chair in the throne room, and declare that anyone who touched her snacks would be executed. Nobody was entirely sure if she was joking. Neither was Lira.