The doors to the Council Chambers were pushed open as a figure clad in black strode in. A black hat adorned her head, and it was removed to reveal the fiery, red hair beneath. It was Belial, whose face was always painted, whose mind was always twisted. She knelt down on one knee and bowed her head, adressing the Council.
"Great Council, as you may know, I was the apprentice of Trace Sha. He left the Empire, and during this time I have been training myself in the Dark Arts. I come here to ask to study under a new Master .. only if I am deemed worthy enough."
Closing her eyes briefly, she awaited their response.
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