Her eyes trail down to the body of the now deceased Gortash, a tear of frustration running down her cheek. She had gotten what she wanted. Killed who needed to be killed. Gotten revenge, but… nothing.

“Is that it then? I’ve killed the bastard who ruined my life, and now I crawl into a corner and die?” She hissed scornfully at the body, her core beginning to heat. Flames danced around her as her anger grew; her body fueled with the flames of Avernus and hatred of the sufferer.