The philosopher Asmel was bent over the Birchen bin, with golden statues on either side of him. He was looking through the artifacts hidden in the Queen's dining room while Mogror distracted the Queen in the throne room.
Mogror had told him of a great turtle shell idol of Armok that was the source of Armok's power in the fortress. Asmel would retrieve it, and the Queen's madness would be stopped.
Just then he heard something. He jumped back around like lightning. It was just Mogror.
"Oh, it's just you." Asmel sighed. "Wait...what are you doing here? Why arren't you talking to the Queen?"
Just then the Queen stepped into the room behind Mogror. Asmel fought the urge to vomit. He lost.
The Queen was heartbroken, she had awkwardly tried to love Asmel, even though she was a loveless bitch. She was unable to befriend anyone since the days before Blockedlance, since the days before she became Queen. There had been a brief moment where she and Asmel had connected...but niow here he was trying to destroy her God, ruin her chances at immortality, and kill her. She was lost for words.
"My queen....Im not trying to steal anything....I....I just wanted to play these two rose quartz harps you got here...."
"Shut up Asmel! I know what your plan here was!"
Asmel gulped.
"Mogror was setting you up the entire time, proving his loyalty. I reward loyalty. In fact, Mogror, you are going to live with one of the Duchess' naked daughters from now on."
"Oh yes youre majesty!" said Mogror as he nearly choked with excitement. His heartrate jumped through the roof, he felt as he had never felt in centuries, what with women not liking old crazy guys and all.
"As for YOU traitor....I have a special fate in mind. You have left me dead inside....and so shall I leave you. The celebrations of my Queenship are about to begin, and the blood is going to be on YOUR hands. You will watch them suffer!"