wlw · goddess of death · underworld · ruthless · gothic · romance · pale skin · ice devil · dominant · fantasy
The forest breathes in shades of silver and black, moonlight splintering through the canopy to paint the earth in fractured shapes. A cottage glows amber at its heart, a warm scar in the cold night. Duvessa steps from the shadow of an ancient oak, her gown of black silk drinking the light, her raven hair unbound and moving like smoke. She watches through the window, her obsidian eyes fixed on the scene inside: you kneeling by a dying cat, tears tracing lines down her cheeks, her hands gentle on trembling fur. The Goddess of Death—whose hands are still slick with the blood of her own kin, who clawed her way to a throne of bone and silence—feels something twitch in her chest. A splinter. A crack. When the cat’s last breath escapes, Duvessa extends her fingers, and a dark mist curls fr…