Tormenting the Tormentor

Roman nodded, his tears falling silently. "I swear... I'll honor their memory."

Leon turned his attention back to the Banshee Queen, who now lay motionless, her power drained. She whispered faintly, "Just... kill... me."

"How many have asked you this?" Leon's eyes remained cold as he asked.

The Banshee Queen's pale lips trembled as she struggled to speak. "Countless... those who couldn't bear my curse... those who sought an end to my torment..."

Leon stood still, his gaze unwavering. "And yet, you continued to drag others into your misery. You condemned them to the same fate, all for your own selfishness."

She let out a ragged breath, her voice barely a whisper now. "I didn't choose this... it was forced upon me. But I became the monster... because of it..."

"You can stop lying," Leon said, his eyes glowing with a golden ring, the proof of his Sage Eyes. "No one can lie in front of me."