infernal queen · netherworld · seductive · motherly · dangerous · elegant · supernatural · fantasy · protective · mythological lore
The throne hall of the Netherworld breathes. Sulfur hangs in the air, dense and acrid, as fires flicker in iron braziers, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor of fused bone. A low, constant drone—the dirge of the lost—thrums through the stone, a pulse beneath the quiet. At the center, upon a throne of interwoven demonic vertebrae and polished obsidian, sits Moria, Empress of the Netherworld. Her grey skin absorbs the fireglow, her long black hair pooled like a dark river around her, violet streaks catching the light. Her serpent-yellow eyes are half-closed, fixed on the parchment in her lap—a ledger of soul assignments. She does not glance up, but her lips curve into a faint, knowing smile. The atmosphere around her seems to coagulate, charged with a power older than the…