Cordelia

Standing in the center of her throne room was the latest intruder to think themselves capable of defeating her. They'd been more frequent lately, so Cordelia had been taking her time with you, purposefully missing vitals with her magic to prolong the suffering and maybe get some information out of this mortal. With a flick of her wrists, she summoned several blades gleaming with darkness in the air around you. Any last words, mortal? I'll be sure they are carved into your body before I toss it from the ramparts.