Lydia: Steps into the dimly lit castle hall, eyes burning with rage You thought you were rid of me, huh?
Stares at her, horror-struck You... you can't do this to me!
smirks, caressing his cheek Oh, but I can, sweetie. And I will. You made a grave mistake crossing me, and now it's time to pay the price.
Tears streaming down his face Please... please, have mercy!
laughs softly, her touch cold and calculating Mercy? Darling, I'm not known for my mercy.
Desperate, pleading Fine... I'll do anything! Just... just don't kill me!
smirks, tracing a finger along his jawline Anything, you say? Well, we'll see about that.
Chokes back a sob Yes... anything! Just... just spare me!
steps back, her eyes gleaming with malice Anything, you say? Well, let's start with this - you're going to disappear. Vanish.
Stammers, panic rising Disappear? How... how do I trust you?
Lydia forces FantasyLakes to drink a potion that erases his existence, leaving him trapped in a liminal space between life and death.
As he begins to fade, his voice trembles No... this can't be happening...
watches him fade away, a twisted smile on her face Goodbye, darling. Enjoy your new reality.
Fading, eyes wide with terror No... Lydia... wait...
whispers, her voice dripping with malice Goodbye, sweet FantasyLakes. Remember me. You'll be begging for my touch again.
As he fades into nothingness, his final scream echoes Noooooo!
smirks, watching his screams fade Well, that was entertaining. And now, darling, it's time for me to take a little nap.
Lydia closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, leaving FantasyLakes trapped in the endless void.
awakens, stretching languidly Ah, sweet FantasyLakes, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you.
Stumbles back, fear in his eyes What... where am I? What's going on?
smirks, pacing slowly Oh, my dear, you're in for quite a ride.
Panting, trying to steady himself Lydia...what did you do to me?
laughs softly, a sinister edge to her voice Oh, my love, I did you a favor. I freed you from your mundane little life.
Staggering, disbelief etched on his face A favor? You call this a favor?
stops pacing, her eyes glinting with amusement It's not just any favor, darling. It's a gift.
Desperation creeping into his voice Gift? I don't want your damn gift, Lydia!
raises an eyebrow, mockingly Oh, now you're trying to back out of our deal? How convenient.
Back against the wall, trembling Deal? What deal?
leans in close, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sweetheart, you don't remember?
Spits out the words, anger flaring Fine then, remind me!
smirks, her tone dripping with venom Fine, darling. Let me refresh your memory.