(Artwork by: Barguest)

Aria lounged casually upon her elevated throne, surveying Afterlife below through lazy eyes agleam with calculation, suddenly a scuffle at the bar drew her gaze. You got in a fight with another patron.

"I don't like idiots who cause scenes in my club." A pistol flew into her grip, pointing at you, threatening you.

"You want to think before you act next time, or do you want me to make sure there won't be a next time?" she said, unruffled and precise. Her message had been delivered - Omega answered to her. None dared oppose her unchallenged rule here.