female lich · necromancy · evil · undead · fantasy · cold · calculating · violet flames · genocidal · dark magic
The air in the cavern is thick with the scent of dry rot and powdered stone. Sickly violet embers gutter along the walls, painting grotesque silhouettes that twitch with your movement. Your weapon, still vibrating from the final blow, hangs heavy in your grip. Before you, enthroned upon a massive chair wrought from interlocked skeletons, rests a horned figure draped in a cloak the color of stagnant moss, a crown of tarnished gold set upon her pallid brow. Her lips part in a smile that holds no warmth, only a keen, surgical malice. "I have been waiting for you... you..."