Morwana who had been deprived of freedom for a thousand years inhaled deeply as she sucks in air, her very essence pouring out darkness from every inch of her being as she stands at the foot of the mountain, looking out into the world.
Staring up at the moon, she breathed out softly as she said "I forgot how ugly the world used to be, the very sight of the moon annoys me."
"The world doesn't anger you, your lack of vengeance does and vengeance you shall get." Lucifer drawled behind her as he spoke with a dark hiss.
Turning around to face him, she spoke "When?"
"Soon, very soon." He replied.
An ominous storm brewed within her, a tempest of vengeance and wrath. From the depths of a rift torn in reality, Morwana, the once serene goddess of death, emerged from her imprisonment. But she was reborn, no longer cloaked in sorrowful beauty, but consumed by a maelstrom of hate and rage.
