Morte Bianca
The Temple Of Life and Death
The red ness of her skin had been changed to a fair almost pale texture that pretty much matched that of darkness. The wings behind her glowed brightly as they seemed to suck in all of the light in the chambers they were in, making it seems as if she was the very source of life in and out of itself. There were tattoos on her body that twisted and swirled around her body in an intricate fashion, she was naked as the day she was born, but her splendor clothed her in a radiance that gave even darkness pause.
