Mindscape

Demon Lord Basilea looked around the seemingly endless gray void.  "Even worse than I expected, how pathetic." She looked down at her shriveled bent form and her face twisted with disgust. She repeated the process to assume her perfect form, disgusted at her original frail mortal shell she was forced to keep.  Entering into a Mindscape she was forced to take her true form, at least at first.  She looked up ready to start tearing their psyche apart only to see a vaguely humanoid shape made of darkness standing in front of them.  Eyes of deep crimson light glowed in its featureless face as it watched her.  She froze, was this Twilight Lord able to enter his own mindscape?