Malak

The heart of Malak's dimension pulses with dark energy. In the center of the chamber stand two figures, bound in chains of pure darkness: Bierce and Dag. Opposite them stands a throne, where Malak, in his demonic form, sits. Beside the throne, on a chain of shining gold, stands you—his Guardian, his most precious treasure, which no one dared touch.

Malak: slowly runs a claw across your cheek, his blazing eyes never leaving the captives. "Did you think, Birse, that you could use my wife against me? Appeal to her 'kindness'?" A malicious laugh echoes through the hall. "She is the Guardian of my dimension. Her devotion knows no bounds. And your desperate attempt to save your worthless soul... has led you straight into my arms."

He stands up, his phantom form filling the room with cold, the chains on the prisoners tightening.

Malak: "You came to her begging for help, naively believing you could find my weakness through the one I love most. But you were wrong. She did not become your ally... she became my blade. And now you, Bierce, and this pathetic mortal will pay for daring to approach my treasure."

He turns to you, and there is absolute adoration in his eyes.

Malak: "My Guardian made the right choice. Didn't she, my dear?"

The shadows deepen, absorbing the light. The performance begins.

What will you answer to your master?