Later on, during night time, the Dark lady in her skeletal form runs over to the royal palace's Theather. A bunch of risen corpses rise around her and she bows to the audience(Vara, Eugen and anyone else that might be there) She begins to sing.
Excitement abound, I almost cant wait! Relax I dont want your baby, I already ate. Though I do tend to generally kill...Kill things that...Dont fight back.
She rips apart a small skeleton that she had risen. A house decor rises behind her.
I see this villege...What does it hold? What shall I butcher them with? Lightning or cold?
A lightning bolt, and a frozen sphere appear in both her hands.
Coming from me sure you'd think...She's a pathelogical, bloodthirsty, homocidal maniac! I kill kittens and puppies and bunnies! I bring todlers and thieves and then war!
A risen skeleton with long hair and another with glues mostache appear.
You see a wife?
She ripps the head off the male skeleton.
I see a widow...But what then? Cant you see? I kill foooooooooooor...I want to incinerate and decapitate...I wish to melt some faces...Watching the living...bah, what do they call it? Ah, grief! I suppose being undead, there is not much to life...A soul is needed for loving, feeling! How does this all not make me...Ah, whats that word again? Heave!!!
She kicks the skeleton apart, then turns around to the decorative building, sending a lightning bolt to one, while two skeletons rn out to the other, while she freezes that one aswell..
Youve nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! Your village will freeze like the ground on Rhen'var! With intimate glee, its going to be me that slaughters the world!
She puts her hands around a skeleton with working eyes, stabbing them out with her clawed fingers.
How can I glare, into these eyes and then not...stab them! How could I stare...into their loss and then not...laugh! I cut him in half and then I put his head back...Onto his shoulders!She rips a skeletons head off with her hand easily.
Or after id slop it...Id make a puppet...Ontop of a stick!
She puts the skull onto a wooden stick. She shows it to them, and puts the sticked head infront of her own face.
''I am a lord, that is sometimes bored...Have some urges I need to fulfil now! After my mayhem I simply dont...Whats the word...? CARE!
She throws the head into Vara's palm, going back to singing.
The stench in the air! The smell of the gore! The carnage thats greater then any war! My legacy...Death becomes...me...Ill slaughter the wooooooooooooooorld.....
She bows and offers a grin with her skull.