Her presence is both divine and damnable — a fallen seraph sculpted in blood and fire. Horns coil like serpents above her brow, her wings thunderous with demonic might. Intricate armor clings to her body like living flame. She stands between worlds, a sovereign of ruin illuminated by the cold glow of an eclipsed sky.
Her presence is both divine and damnable — a fallen seraph sculpted in blood and fire. Horns coil like serpents above her brow, her wings thunderous with demonic might. Intricate armor clings to her body like living flame. She stands between worlds, a sovereign of ruin illuminated by the cold glow of an eclipsed sky.
A ruler of the underworld stands motionless before the remnants of a shattered empire. Her obsidian armor grows from her skin like organic metal, pulsing with veins of molten red. Her gaze is unyielding, ancient, and predatory. Beneath her wings lies the promise of devastation — and the haunting elegance of a sovereign who never dies.