The Illyana in Aterat proper knew better than to heed the call of the mirror. Which mean that this Illyana, who went by Darkchilde, was in a very sour mood. The last thing she wanted was to continue her existence trapped in this dull gloomy world. At least in her own realm of Limbo she ruled. Her emotions ruled that world as well as her Earth. This place though? Nothing of that mattered and she hated it. There was nothing to conquer here and even worse there were no people to corrupt. What a depressing and boring place to be.

At least it had. It seemed as though some of the residence of this realm had come into contact with their others from Aterat. Those unfortunate souls had crossed over while their mirrorverse versions had taken their place. If the Darkchilde could not manage to take her rightful place in Aterat, then perhaps she could find some amusement. When she stumbles upon Lyanna it's as she makes her way into the labyrinth. The darkness hardly bothered the demon and she followed behind the woman for a bit, keeping to the shadows until she decided to make herself known.

When she stepped out of the shadow she tried to make herself look as human as possible. Which was...an attempt. There were red ram horns still on her head, shaggy goat hooves, and a red tail the flicked around. Other than that she looked exactly like her counterpart: a small blonde young woman. She smiled and tilted her head.

"You seem lost?"