I. In her youth Lady Enid was said to be the loveliest maiden in the kingdom. Dozens of well-born suitors vied for her hand, from all ranks of chivalry and nobility. Her faintest smile instilled pride in the breasts of those upon whom it was bestowed, and bitter jealousy in their rivals. There are tales of knights who fought mortal duels over the simple twitching of her lips.
II. Enid had been a shy and demure girl, praised by other noblewomen for her kindness and courtesy. But the longing gazes of a hundred admirers were like serpents slithering in her soul. They bit vanity's venom deep into her heart, until she cared for naught but her beauty and the attention it brought.
III. Yet time is the conqueror of the vainglorious, a hoary judge whose touch no mortal beauty can withstand. So it was that one day Lady Enid gazed into her looking glass and saw the beginnings of the wrinkles she knew would come to steal her loveliness, and scatter the affections of her admirers among the tittering maidens who now so envied her. Enid smashed the glass and wailed.
IV. The flaws and failings of man are sweet morsels to demonkind. In the burning abyss they sup on anger and deceit, lust and vanity. Lady Enid's wails reached down to that horrific place, and tingled in the ears of Xarabesh. The great fiend laughed and licked his lips, for he sensed that the woman would make a fitting tool.
V. With promises of eternal beauty ringing in her mind, Enid performed the ritual that would draw the demon from the pits of hell and permit him to tread the earth of West Kruna. A slender, cursed knife flashed in her hand, across her maidservant's throat. Blood was spilled upon an infernal sign carved into the ground, and the tragic destiny of great men was written.