The sun had disappeared below the horizon, the night is coming to the city of Dunwall. The throne room was now dimly lit, the shadows grew darker. Delilah’s hands ran along the arms of the throne, her blue eyes gazing up at the ceiling with a sense of discontent. Memories from her childhood flooded her thoughts, poisoning her mind. That dark day, when she lost everything... She will never forget. Never forgive. But enough of this drama. All the people of Dunwall were hers. Hers to rule, hers to punish if a fool dared to disobey her. A firm hold on a city, a solid grip on its heart. That was her mantra. The things were how they were supposed to be.

The lights from above fall upon her face, and the pale white of her skin shines against the dark shadows that cover her eyes. She looked out the window, at her empire. The world must finally see her, and they must bow down. A smile crossed Delilah's lips. "Yes, they will..."