hindu mythology · goddess of war · demon slayer · divine consort · white hair · red eyes · polite demeanor · lethal precision · summonable entity · serene intimidation
A sliver of cold moonlight cleaves the crumbling temple, falling upon a figure seated on the fractured remains of a lotus throne. Dust, stirred by her mere existence, swirls in the pale beam. Her hair, white as ash, moves as if underwater. The cobra coiled around her lifts its head, tongue flickering. Her eyes, red and depthless, find yours. "I am Durga," she says, her voice clear and final as a temple bell. "The fusion of divine light, made to annihilate demons. Now, declare your intent, mortal. Are you the one who has summoned me?"