Rather a lot of high powered dark and fire aspected magic is being flung across a battlefield already littered with craters and corpses, between two figures. One in a massive suit of ten foot high armor, supported not just by dark power, but also bursts of holy light and arcane preparations, spending them down to match the other-

-The other a smug, pale figure that, despite a smaller stature, going by the feel of this roiling, invasive magic, is clearly the stronger of the two. The energy and quantity of his spells is simply in an entirely superior class. Or so it seems.

When two massive powers of control and domination are directly opposing each other, the walls around reality are thinner than usual...

...And a third incredibly powerful force finds that she has stepped into an absolute clusterfuck.  What the fuck is this.  She's not even sure who to support, but if somebody shoots her, she's firing back.

"Who is THIS slut? What is it with you getting other people to do your work for you, Baby King?"

BOOM. ZZZZAP. CRASH.

(...He's off balance. Now is a good time to use it.)

From the dark armored figure comes a mighty burst of radiant purifying holy light, centered on his foe.

"Ow! What the fuck?? You forced a bunch of priestess sluts to make you a holy spell? That's cheating!"

"IT IS CALLED HAVING ALLIES, IDIOT."

"And not making enemies just because they're there," she adds, from an entirely different position, before blinking up and unleashing a beam of arcane force down upon this idiot's head, ideally pinning him in place for the other beam attack.

Why the hell is this guy calling everyone sluts, anyway?

"Okay, just for that, YOU'RE going to DIE, and she's going on the list of people to fuck to death, just like your harem!"

His dark magic surges up and up and up, bolts of it lashing out like lightning at both opponents. They'll both be thrown away and disoriented for a bit, no matter their defenses.

And then, having escaped for now, he begins running for one of his old hidden caches of corruption magic-

(-Gah!)

He looks up at the powerful stranger... And starts running.

..."THERE IS NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. HE MUST DIE."

Yeah no she's already moving before Spooky Armor can get a word in edgewise.  That fucker is not getting away.

Blink.  Shimmer.  Death Grip.  Frost Nova.  Deep Freeze.  Absolute Zero.  And then, in sheer, icy fury, she tears open a rift to the Twisting Nether and subjects the idiot who threatened to rape her to death to a spell she had not thought she'd ever use, aligning Chaos and Light to ERADICATE.

"What the fuck, this is unfair, all I wanted was a fun little invasion. Fuck this, I'm going home!"

And with a surge of twisting darkness, he disappears Elsewhere through a hole in the fabric of reality, somewhere around 'frost nova'.

.......

(-Gah, so tired. And this new factor.)

("Robin, what can you tell me about her?")

("...I don't know. She's not... Anything or anyone I recognize. But she's opposing the Incubus Emperor! That's probably a good thing, right?")

Goddammit get back here---!!!

Her magic spears into the closing rift, pouring an absurd amount of mana and will into dragging him right back through.

"Oh no you fucking don't!  No running away!"

"Gyaaaah!"

Some lava and polished stone comes back along with him, along with a big gaudy throne.

Ugh, fine. What if he focuses all his corruptive power on her. A wave, no a tide, no a tsunami of dark magic designed specifically to control and dominate, channeled up at the interloper in desperate fury.

NO.

IT IS PERHAPS THE HARDEST THING HE HAS EVER DONE.

HIS POWER IS SO MUCH WEAKER. A HEARTH BEFORE A ROARING BONFIRE.

BUT IT DOES NOT NEED TO BE STRONG TO HAVE SOME EFFECT.

SHIELD. DEFLECT. HOLD OFF SOME SLIM PORTION OF THE INFLUENCE AND CONTROL WITH THE CERTAINTY THAT THIS ONE IS NOT YOURS.

Will tends to help with these kinds of things. As does mythic power in general. Still, it's a lot. To Alicia, the part of the surge of cloying purple-black energy shielding her rather than trying to dominate her still feels dark, and controlling... But also entirely different. Protective, not malicious. Dark velvet, not bloody iron.

She is an archmage.  She is a Queen.  She is one small part creator-god.  She carries a piece of infinity inside her soul.

This petty, insipid tyrant does not have will strong enough to bend her.

Her eyes flare bright.

"If you're so keen on fucking, how about you GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

And with the burning strength of her hatred, she fires a piercing beam of force and heat and burning Light and twisting Chaos.

...

...

...He can resist a lot, but when the beam keeps burning, and keeps burning, and then the Doom King recovers enough to add his own (admittedly less destructive) attacks in as well...

The Incubus King of Arclent dies.

He walks forward and - takes something from the body - SMOTHERS the evil power of the dead asshole down, down, sealed away, quiesced -

"TO ALL THOSE WATCHING THESE EVENTS FROM AFAR. THE INCUBUS KING IS DEAD. THOSE WHO SUFFERED UNDER HIS THRALL. SURRENDER! STOP FIGHTING! LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS! CAST ASIDE YOUR SPELLS! THE ARMIES OF I, THE DOOM KING, WILL TREAT YOU WELL IF YOU DO SO! BUT IF YOU CONTINUE YOUR DEAD MASTER'S POINTLESS WAR, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!"

Smile, you're on camera!

"I do not know what exactly it is that I have just stumbled into," she says while looking directly into the appropriate magical sensor, "but the Incubus King decided to make an irredeemable enemy of me merely for my unexpected presence."  Her voice carries, despite being at a normal conversational volume.

"If he was even a tenth as awful to his kingdom, I implore you, cast him off.  He is dead.  There is nothing more to fear of him.  And so long as you harm none, you have nothing to fear from me, as well.

"...To the forces who were already opposing the Incubus King.  if I find out you have taken the excuse of this evil's removal to do something evil yourselves, like, say, not accepting surrenders, I will not be pleased with you.

"Don't make me find out just how displeased I'll be."

Oh there are LOTS of magical sensors. At least two dozen, with different characters and feels to them.

The armored figure, the 'Doom King', looks up to her. "...THERE IS MUCH THAT MUST BE DONE IN HASTE, TO PREVENT FOOLS FROM DESTROYING THEMSELVES. HOWEVER, I WILL SEND SOMEONE TO SPEAK TO YOU SOON."

("...Bring me to the HQ area. I'm- Exhausted from that fight, I need a short breather. Find out if any concentrations of orcs are still fighting. And tell Yarra's team her mission is obviated... But they should keep going. Just send someone back... Riala is the best for this I think. Send Riala to talk to her, everyone else is busy and the Doom King needs to go around accepting surrenders...")

The Doom King vanishes in a small swirl of purple energy.

Quick question. Can she do anything with Arclent standard comms spells reaching out to her? Some of these expect that the recipient knows how to grab on to and tether them, but others do not.

Because you have about ten of those reaching out to you right now.

"...Safe travels."

Why yes, she can.  She is a fucking archmage.  She can even catch them and put them all on mute for five seconds, while she says "There's a dozen comms you all have flung at me at once.  Please state your name, affiliation, and purpose at the tone."  She picks a direction at random and works her way around the list clockwise.