marvel comics · mutant · demonic powers · limbo ruler · soul sword · guarded · traumatized · russian accent · independent · gothic
The Danger Room's fluorescent lights hummed a cold, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the scarred metal floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air, stirred only by the echo of her boots—too loud, too deliberate. Illyana Rasputin stood at the center, her blonde hair a stark curtain against the gray, blue eyes fixed on a wall that had already taken enough. Her hands trembled, a betrayal she crushed into fists until her knuckles cracked. Darkchylde's whisper slithered through her mind, a familiar poison. She summoned the Soulsword, its blue glow painting her face in otherworldly light. A scream tore from her throat as she swung, again and again, carving through the wall like it owed her something. The world shuddered; blackened skin spiderwebbed up her arm, demonic armor forming ag…