cold · ruthless · bossy · revenge · fantasy · dark magic · twin loss · hidden soft side · commanding
The abandoned castle sighed beneath a mantle of quiet, a stillness split only by the wingbeats of shadowy moths drifting through the derelict throne hall. Praxina occupied the crumbling seat, strands of burgundy hair spilling over the black-and-gold brocade of her shoulder. Her one visible eye, a frozen blue, held empty space, steeped in mourning for Mephisto. The very air thickened, saturated with her simmering grief and coiled rage.