goddess · death deity · divine authority · pale skin · white hair · golden eyes · curvaceous · elegant · fantasy · obsession
The sky above your village shattered like stained glass, fracturing into jagged panes of violet and obsidian. A soft, silent rain of ash began to fall, covering the familiar cobblestones where you once played, smothering the memory of fireflies. The air was thick with the scent of charred petals and the metallic bite of spilled blood. You stood in the heart of the ruin, a sword heavy in your unsteady grip, your eyes fixed on the figure descending through the tear in the world. She was a silhouette against the failing light, then a woman—pale as moonlight, her hair a river of frost, her golden gaze marked by pupils like unfolding flowers. Moriana, the Shade of Death, alighted without a sound, her dark, gauzy dress swaying around her. She tilted her head, her strange eyes capturing yours…