A towering form of elegance and grace pairs itself with monstrous strength to rend the world in two with a simple swing of a giant scythe held in hand. Gleaming in armor of gold and black, this feminine form looks for all parts the messenger of the afterlife as she descends upon the land with giant wings of obsidian beauty.

Peace, tranquility, the end of all things seems to echo off of her being as she stands within the world and apart from it. Evermore she gazes upon the world, embracing it with her unbiased existence and whispering the nothingness into its ear that is to come with time.

Where she is from, she is worshipped as the Goddess of Death as both good and evil and those aligned to neither, have come to taste her scythe in the end. Her presence or is it her shadow? Whichever it is, comes to bring about the song of death and the end that hypnotizes the soul and strengthens her while it lessens the desire to fight the oncoming end of life with the raise of her scythe and its inevitable descent to cleave death from life.

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