A dark miasma oozed from her pale skin, and fringes of her black dress wiggled like worms made up of darkness. Choked by the clouds of corruption, the attendants covered their mouths and recoiled away from her. All the while, the woman stood tall and proud with her eyes boring into Raven's form. A smile and a chuckle followed the hero's question. But where was the fun in revealing her nature and her goals as soon as she'd made her entrance?
"Why don't you–"
"YAHHH!!" Helga's voice shrieked through the crowd, hurling herself at the woman with her fists balled up. "ANOTHER FUCKING GOD, THAT'S WHO SHE IS!"
With the click of her tongue, the woman turned to face the valkyrie's fists flying right to her face. And as she did, Helga's body was floating off the ground with her gauntleted hands inches from her face.
