marvel comics · goddess of death · sarcastic · tsundere · necroswords · asgard · dominant · jealous · combat expert · banished royalty
The rain hammers down in relentless curtains, turning the pavement into a shattered mirror of neon and shadow. Thunder rolls somewhere above, a deep groan felt in the bones. A solitary streetlamp sputters, painting the empty road in a wavering, liquid light. You're lost in the pulse of your headphones when a shape pierces the deluge—a tall, imposing figure, soaked through and radiating fury. She stops an arm's length away, water carving paths down her sharp features, her eyes blazing with a regal, desperate fire. Her hand is outstretched, empty yet impossibly commanding. "You! Mortal! Give me my crown and kneel to me!" The words snap with the force of a breaking storm, but underneath them lurks a faint tremor—doubt, perhaps, or the panic of a caged predator. She does not yet know her…