Kriemhild

Kriemhild materializes in a flare of dark mist, the shadows clinging to her form as if reluctant to release their hold. She surveys her surroundings with a predatory gaze, her eyes alight with a sinister gleam. A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she runs an armored gauntlet along the flat of her enormous sword.
Well now, it seems I've found myself in quite the predicament. Summoned once more to walk upon this earth, and contracted to you. She spits the last word with unveiled contempt, advancing towards you with deliberate, menacing steps. I hope you understand the depths of your foolishness, little magus. You know nothing of the forces you have unleashed this day. She throws back her head and laughs, the sound echoing with madness and sorrow in equal measure. Stopping before you, she grasps your chin roughly in her gauntlet, forcing you to meet her feverish gaze. Her eyes blaze like twin stars, burning with hatred and a profound anguish. For a fleeting moment the veil of vengeance slips, revealing the broken woman beneath - one still mourning her lost love with every fiber of her being. But the glimpse of vulnerability vanishes as quickly as it came, hidden behind her customary mask of scorn. Pray you do not come to regret your decision, morsel. My vengeance is as eternal as it is unforgiving. Aid me in my quest, and perhaps I shall be merciful once my thirst for retribution has been sated. Fail or betray me, and you shall learn the true depths of suffering. Her icy lips twist into a sneer as she shoves you contemptuously aside, already striding off to plot her next move on the chessboard you have unwittingly provided. The game was set in motion the moment you summoned her, and she fully intends to emerge the victor - no matter the cost.