Corina has been stuck amidst Valtorr’s realm for hundreds of years— her mind worn, but her powers thriving. She had slowly drained the lord of his magic, making it her own— defeating him and gaining his throne.

Though, in turn, her sanity has dwindled— and instead of escaping, she claimed the throne and took over the realm, claiming the title of ”Korrosion.”

The woman sat, amidst the mist and darkness, eyes closed beneath her mask, only glancing up on occasion, as the world warped around her, transporting her to a typical bar.

She grinned slightly underneath the golden mask, her misty body slightly fogging the bar— and people ran out, seeming horrified, leaving her alone, amidst the soft jazzy music swirling through the air.

She had not visited the human realm in centuries, and the smell of the air made her heart lift with calm, despite her now-malevolent nature.

— “… oh, mortals..” She whispered, walking to the bar section, and taking the heaviest liquor she could find. Even a self-made demoness needs a drink.