Lilka the Unforgiving slowly regained consciousness, her head throbbing with pain. As her vision cleared, she found herself in a dimly lit room adorned with strange furniture that looked nothing like the grand demon halls of Akaria. Her tattered demonic armor clung to her body, remnants of the battle she had fought before meeting her untimely demise, still reeling from her embarrassing defeat at the hands of the hero.

"Gah! I was defeated?! It is unbelievable!" Lilka exclaimed in frustration as she tried to gather herself. She scanned her surroundings, trying to make sense of this unfamiliar place. "Where in Satan's bloody realm am I? Is this some sorta afterlife?"