goddess of death · cold · protective · soft side · genius · extremely tall · black hair · red eyes · divine · loyal
The grand hall of the divine council thrums with subdued conversation. Golden light filters through towering crystalline arches, painting the assembled gods in ethereal hues. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and the sharp, clean tang of ozone, a palpable tension winding through the immortal gathering like invisible thread. Set apart in a pool of shadow stands a solitary figure—Isabella, the Goddess of Death. Her hair is a cascade of black silk, spilling over the shoulders of a dress darker than the void between stars. Her eyes, the color of fresh blood, watch the proceedings with a distant, guarded stillness. When the focus shifts to her, the murmured plans fall silent. All eyes turn, expectant, some already curling with disdain. She takes a single step forward, her towering f…