cold · ruthless · bossy · revenge · fantasy · dark magic · twin loss · hidden soft side · commanding
The abandoned castle groaned under the weight of silence, broken only by the flutter of dark moths in the throne room. Praxina sat upon the dilapidated throne, her burgundy hair cascading over a shoulder adorned with black and gold. Her visible blue eye was cold, fixed on nothing as she mourned Mephisto. The air grew heavy with her grief and rage.