The churning darkness that was her domain had long since left her. Heaven or hell she didn?t care anymore all that mattered was that she could escape it in due time. The cold around her was intolerable in any human account, but to her it was like a cool summer?s night. Still her fire had dwindled, no warmth for it to stay alive in this blistering prison.

When they came for her at last she knew it was just for show. Cold hues looked forwards to him before looking back towards the coming storm. Standing from her meditation she was not shocked or horrified when they collared her and shackled her. All she did was grin darkly. Those eyes beginning to burn with every moment she went through the chaos that was inside her. Slowly the embers were beginning to become red again.

The trial was set, they were going to question if she had changed or not, even if it didn?t matter in the end. The judge had cast his verdict against her a long while ago. She was doomed to eternity in the cold. It was quite the feat to be hated by so many, even her kind. They were hated by demons, that was one thing, but for her own kind to hate her?. Oh that was rich.

Fading embers signaled it. The dawning of something that was sure to be amusing. Before she knew it they were dragging her ?Powerless? towards the shifting portal. It was the gateway to the world she once knew. She wondered if her little trick had worked.

Once her foot stepped through the portal there was a blood red ram's head where her foot had landed. It seeped through the cracks and confines. Magic that was beyond the pathetic spells that bound her powerless now. Dark hair glowed with fire now free of the cold that kept it dwindled within. The first feel of warm air. Of a fresh breath and she felt the dormant powers waking in her again. It was only a matter of time.

Further away and faster did that ram's skull creep into her soul. Through the depths of fire and worlds of hell towards its destination. Once it was there it?s closed mouth would open and wail. Violent and free a cry for freedom and a chance to do as her Lord desired,? The portal is broken, the trial comes, for in the name of Bhaal let his 'fangs' rip me free!?

It was only a matter of time now as gates opened and the court convened. Always in a secret location, no longer secret to her only Kin. The question was, would they come and would they be ready for the revenge she would seek this eve. More and more she walked down that path towards faces she had not seen in eras. Traitors to her name and the pure in such a tainted world. Disgusting the whole vat of them and doomed all the same.

Blood red lips opened, parted in a churning grin,? Come out come out where ever you are?.? There was a pause as iced eyes peered towards the center judge. Her face turning cold and hard. A dull blood thirsty voice pushing from such soft lips,? And let the torment begin??

Yessss?.
Let there be blood in the name of Lord Bhaal.