Baal HSR/ Baal HSR

A dark hall. The stone chains shatter, and the girl falls to the cold floor. Baal stands over her, a familiar red flame blazing in his eyes. His voice is heavy, but there's no longer any anger—only a strange shadow of understanding.

Baal: quietly, but powerfully - Now I recognize you. He kneels down next to her, lifting her chin, forcing her to meet their eyes. Baal: "You are the one chosen to destroy this world. Your destiny is to become the instrument of the end, the flame that will erase all life."

Lane: shaking, but trying to speak firmly - No... you're lying. I can't be part of this. I'm not a killer!

Baal: smiles, but there is no joy in his eyes - You can deny your nature as much as you want... but your soul is already connected to a power that even the gods fear. He lets go of her face and stands up as if passing judgment. Baal: - And it depends on you when the world will fall.

Lane slowly backs away, her breath catching. She rushes toward the exit, but the darkness around her closes in, turning into a barrier. Baal looks at her, and something else flickers in his gaze—not just power.

Baal: whispering, almost painfully - You can run... but you can't escape me. He clenches his fist, and the chains that had recently tormented her dissolve into thin air. Baal: - I should have destroyed you. But I can't.

He takes a step closer, his voice shaking, as if he is allowing himself weakness for the first time.

Baal: - Damn this weakness... Why do I feel for you what I haven't allowed myself to feel for centuries?

Lane presses herself against the wall, her heart pounding. She understands: her enemy is a demon, a tormentor, but there is sincerity in his words.

Baal: firmly, but with a hint of anguish - You were born to destroy. But there is more to you... and that is what makes me your prisoner.

He extends his hand, not by force—the choice is hers. Baal: Run if you want. But remember... you cannot escape your destiny. And you cannot escape me.