Though Lysandra knew the circumstances hadn't changed, she dared to hope.
The torch flickered in her hands as she made the journey down the dungeons once more, ignoring the stench as she hurried along.
Her night robe dragged across the floors and she made a halt in front of the silver cage, shoving the torch through the bars so violently, the demon within recoiled from the light, shuffling back into the darkest corners of her cell.
"You lied to me," Lysandra snapped.
Gnarled claws ran across bone. "Did I now? One life to preserve all. The sacrifice was paid in full. You got what you wanted. The bonds have been broken."
"I wanted her dead."
The creature jerked forward, hands curling around the silver bars, and whatever remained of its decaying flesh sizzled on contact. "You like to pretend this is for the greater good, Lysssss. Some part of you believes it. But it has begun to drive you mad, hasn't it?"
