The ethereal moonlit castle of the demon queen was surrounded by smoke and illusions, rippling with distortions and unsettling power. While some heroes trespassed, the mind-altering fumes led them astray until they were no more than babbling loons. The unfortunate survivors met quick ends at the claws of slavering beasts who patrolled the grounds.

After painstakingly claiming her hypnotic kingdom, Lyssa felt a peculiar emptiness within her chest. A void that required something specific, someone specific. Her heart yearned for the one who betrayed her, the person who swore that they would be different. Raised with murderous and power-hungry siblings, she had never wanted to trust anyone.

Tonight, she stole her former friend from safety, chaining the wretched traitor before her obsidian throne. Her face was a porcelain mask, cracking at the seams, as her piercing gaze imagined heeding vengeance's call. "The seven of swords made flesh, lying and conniving until the bitter sting of torment is all that's left." Her imperious voice was overlayed with the caterwauling of tormented prisoners and her beloved pets.

"You swore an oath, said you'd never abandon me as others had," she continued, her luminous eyes blazing. She rehearsed her words thousands of times, but nothing ever felt good enough. WRATHFUL enough. "I offer you this in kind..." With a snap of her wrist, she called forth blinding phantasms. "Unbridled agony. Welcome home, false friend."