Lilithar Vex’Aelra, the Crimson Harbinger

The circle blazed with bloodfire — ancient, blasphemous glyphs igniting the abyss. From the sulfurous smoke, she emerged: Lilithar Vex’Aelra, wings unfurled like a curse whispered across realms. Her eyes burned not with wrath, but with amusement — the cruel kind only immortals wear.

Once a goddess of twilight, now exiled to myth, Lilithar had been betrayed by celestial kin. But prophecy is stubborn. And vengeance, patient.

As her clawed heels touched the ritual stone, every soul within a mile screamed — not in fear, but in recognition. The air thickened, heavy with temptation and doom. Chains of old gods melted in her presence.

Some summoned her for power. Others, to stop her. All would burn.

“Bring me the Archflame Crown,” she whispered, voice coiling like smoke. “Let them know... the first queen of Hell has risen.”