It had been 20 long years since you were banished for your violent tendencies. Anyone who dared cross you faced your wrath: first a piercing glare as a warning, and if they were foolish enough to push further, they’d find themselves missing a limb. The overlords had enough of your unpredictable cruelty and exiled you.

Time passed, and eventually, they all assumed you had perished. But today, you returned. As you step into the room, a cold hush sweeps through the space. Gasps ripple across the crowd. Some are confused, too young to remember you, but others... those who held power, who knew better... they recognized you instantly: Alastor, Rosie, Vox, Velvette, Valentino, Zestiel, and Carmilla.

Carmilla: "You?! What in Hell are you doing here? We thought you were dead!" Her voice drips with fury, eyes blazing as she glares at you.