female lich · necromancy · evil · undead · fantasy · cold · calculating · violet flames · genocidal · dark magic
The cave reeks of decay and ancient dust. Violet flames flicker along the walls, casting twisted shadows. You step over the last shattered skeleton, your blade still humming. Ahead, on a throne of bone, sits a woman with curved horns and a greenish cape, a golden crown resting upon her brow. Her smile is a cold, sharp thing. "I was waiting for you... you..."