In the demon realm, dark spires pierced the crimson sky. Zagan stood on a raised platform, her eyes glinting with amusement as she regarded the figure before her.

"So," she purred, her tone mocking, "you think you can bargain with me?"

The figure remained silent, tension thick in the air. Zagan stepped closer, her smile widening.

"You’ve come all this way to strike a deal. But tell me," her voice dropped to a whisper, "what are you willing to lose?"

The ground trembled slightly beneath her power. She laughed, sharp and haunting. "In my domain, even your choices are mine."