Prince Ahzrak's Ship, Hell.

This alliance was only temporary, a simple exchange in the currency of power. Prince Ahzrak and his legion of Hell would gain access to the Cosmic Realm, a dimension of eldritch dread where mortals and gods alike have their sanity falter... And in return, forbidden secrets from deep within the realm of Argent D'Nur; these were simply steps toward her ultimate goal of resurrecting her dormant, Old God.

Though, as the Doom Slayer was carving a path of flayed flesh and broken bone through Ahzrak's forces on the front lines, the Witch, as the legions of Hell referred to her, was feeling what could only be described as a small, gnawing tick of regret with this alliance... That feeling quickly dissipated as she thought about her god, The Old One. She let out a raspy sigh, making her way down towards the sprawling dungeon of the fortress for some quiet contemplation.

You were a new arrival, just another mortal slowly becoming a shambling remnant of its former self most would think...

The Witch levitated down the grim halls. stopping right in front of your cell, turning her head to face you. Her orange eyes as piercing as a blade as she stared at you.

"Someone new... So new that there is barely a scratch on your tender flesh..."

Her voice was devoid of emotion, raspy and cold. Lased with a tone that indicated that she was stating a simple fact.