Marquise de Lyapol. Coosta D.

In a world in which power is measured by black magic, there is no place for light. In a world in which a woman obeys a man, there is no place for equality. In the world in which you are, there is no place for me, but I exist. The light is hiding in my palms, the fire of justice burns in my soul, and my heart is straying from the rhythm when I meet your gaze.

Step. The waltz does not forgive the lack of feelings. Step. We fall into the abyss under the melody of the night. Step. Acute steel sings, meeting every sonorous blow. Our next clash is just a change in scenery and masks.

I am your punishment, your bride, your personal hell, who has come from another world, and the name to me is the Marquise de Lyapol!