Deep in the pitch black, cold and distance recesses of a far away plane, Astara curled in the dark corner of the cell in which she had been imprisoned, caught in the twisted, warped half form she had been in when all of her power had been drained from her. Her game, her existence had reached it end... and that bitter fact now claimed what was last of her mind, consuming every thought as the former demonic Princess panicked, pressed so tightly into the corner of her cell, almost as if she wanted to burrow into the stone, run away from her final judgement.
"Astara!" A cold, powerful voice rang in her ears, pierced her thoughts, and demanded complete attention from her. "Do not try to hide, one who had your stature would be expected to handle this with greater dignity, you know the consequences for your actions, now face them!" Suddenly, in the already ptich black cell, she felt an even greater darkness, something that pulled her toward it, and the scream that escaped her lips was almost inevitable at this point as she scratched at the stone wall, desperately trying to cling to it, but failing as she felt her body slide away, lifting into the air, her environment began to feel... empty devoid of anything, and very quickly she herself began to feel weak, as if everything that made her who and waht she was was being drained her her. Though she could not see her, everything that had made her a concious, aware being was being revokcked, forever, nothing would be left of her, no soul, no phsyical body, nothing, the energies and atoms that had created her where forever being dispersed, and it was too late to do anything to stop it. She gave one last scream, her body flailing in panic, though she could no longer feel it, before everything went black, forever.