Idinis doesn't count.
Though Darkness often ends up in over his head, his skills have grown more adept, frequently participating in the silver parties organized by Wayne, yet she has never descended in her true form, always riding on the accounts of Anastasia and Vizi.
Each time she forcibly logs in, satiates herself, and then departs without cleaning up the mess, exhibiting no decorum whatsoever.
The peacefully slumbering Aztemo had her eyes gently closed, lashes long like soft gray velvet, with features delicate and refined, and the corners of her mouth curled in a faint, serene smile.
She wore a robe woven from the night sky, shimmering with starry luster, both deep and brilliant, with intricate totems finely embroidered with white thread along the edges that resonated in harmony with the motions of her breathing, the starlight and totems entwining with the green vines around the crystal coffin.
