It took nearly all of her military training to keep a steady poker face.
"So we're playing that game are we?" She shrugged. " In that case, back home, I was one of the few humans chosen to fight to the death in a martial arts tournament that would determine the fate of Earth realm. The tournament master was a demon sorcerer and necromancer Shang Tsung. Those who lost their lives also lost their souls to him and it was he who was ordered to win the matches for the powerful and ageless Warlord and emperor of the realm of Outworld, Shao Kahn."
she paused then continued. "When our side won after nine losses, events happened that Kahn ordered a rematch in his realm, a place that could give hell a run for its money-only without the fire and brimstone. It turned out to be a trap to distract us from defending our own realm. Kahn invaded our realm and with myself and a few others whose souls were spared, we tried and failed to stop him. I died in the battle, but was resurrected by Tsung after he killed Kahn himself, fearing he himself would be destroyed if Kahn had no more use of him. He proposed a deal: with the power he took from Kahn, he would restore the souls and lives of the people of Earthrealm under his rule..under the condition that I agree to marry him."
She paused and took a sip of her rapidly cooling tea, the wedding band glinting on her finger. She couldn't help but smirk.
"Now, are you still afraid I wouldn't believe you."