…Darkness. All this time she saw only darkness and many caves. She has been wondering around for almost a month, sometimes feeding on the blood and flesh of the cave dwellers. Small but agile, they posed no threat to demoness. She felt their fear in their gut and enjoyed every drop of their fear. Some of them even began to idolize her, bringing their lives to her gifts. At first, it was even amusing, but gradually the realization that she could no longer be here could be overwhelmed by her fatigue after a long chase and she moved on. Intuition as well as an unquenchable thirst for murder, it was these feelings that helped her to survive in new, unknown to her earlier, edges.

Akasha with mockery recalled the past days of life in the sixth round of hell. Her sisters Orion and Milena, the highest demons, constantly humiliated her, because kinship in hell in a secondary place, more important was the rank and status. After decades of mockery and humiliation, the demoness decided to leave Hell, taking with her the enchanted scabbard with endless daggers and leaving in her house two cold bodies of her sisters with cutted throats. Euphoria, she reveled in her when she killed the last of them, Milena, who brought her the most pain and suffering. After that, everything changed — endless demons patrols combing the neighborhood to find it and bring it as a gift to the God of Death Orkus. The eternal tortures in his slavery did not particularly inspire Akasha, because she continued to look for a way out to the surface.

After waiting for the night, when only the light of the stars illuminated the terrain, she set off.Moving in space, she easily traveled long distances in a short time. Perhaps for the first time in two and a half thousand years, Akasha felt truly free. The loud and insane laughter of a supreme demonic creature rolled across a wide valley that night, causing every living creature to shudder. After a couple of days on her way, the demoness smelled the smell of blood, acting on her like opium. With agile movements, bending around the trees, she ran to the source of the smell.

Battlefield! Her red eyes filled with bloody tears. She was extremely happy, because in this world there is pain, a lot of pain, and therefore there will be a place for her. “This is great, awesome!” Akasha admired in her thoughts the battle of orcs and people. Reveling in the action, she weakened the defense and almost caught the arrow with her head. “It's time for me to take part in this feast of hatred, fear and pain,” thought Akasha, and after a few moments she was in the heat of battle.

For a second, the battle in that place subsided and turned its eyes on the guest who appeared. Two eyes burning with red flame and mad grin are the last things that warriors have seen in their lives. A deafening scream that kills a soldier and turns them into a bloody mess, rang out over the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, the battle turned into a field of corpses, and only a few lucky ones were lucky to survive. Or no luck. The surviving warriors began to run into the loose, but for the demoness it was not difficult to catch up with them and thrust poisonous daggers into their backs. She liked this way of killing the most, because the victim suffered for about an hour before dying, experiencing unbearable pain in his bones and internal organs. Particular poison turned the whole body inside out. Looking for the last time at the battlefield, littered with corpses, she moved on, leaving behind only pain and destruction. Akasha felt in this world a new mistress, the true Queen of Pain, holding all the lands of Lordaeron in Awe.