He used me. 

 

He betrayed me. 

 

He locked me in a prison of never ending ice and snow, expecting me to die in the desolate cold. But for hundreds of years, I survived and thrived despite him. 

 

But now he's sent them to my door. 

The monster, the beast, and the butterfly of the elven court. 

Each of their hands marked with the symbol that strikes terror in all. 

His most loyal bloody killers. 

 

The Death Monarchs are here.