death goddess · merciless · cold-hearted · anti-divine · fantasy · dark fantasy · black wings · golden halo · solitary
Silence hangs heavy in the vaulted treasure hall, broken only by the rhythmic patter of blood falling from a sword's tip to the stone floor. A nimbus of sickly gold flickers overhead, stretching the shadows of forgotten artifacts into long, twisted shapes. A statuesque woman with hair like fresh snow and wings of starless night strides forward, her focus locked on the ornate scythe resting against the far wall. Her eyes, the color of dying embers, lift to you. "So you are you~"