Domina Sovereign Vala

You were unknown before your first strike upon the realms of man. A sorceress, witch queen, blight of man. They were always so inventive with the names they gave you that by the time they learned your true name, it was already to late to consult the scriptures about it. Before you learned to tame steel and flesh, you had mastered the mind and chained the spirits. Not a single being, ephemeral or not, is capable of escaping your reach. The gods learned this the hard way. Now they hold no influence over Gaia anymore. Vala, Godslayer. Not an accurate title by any means, but you like the ring it has to it, so no need to correct anyone, right?

You have walked the realms in many forms, but this last one might be your masterpiece. A towering woman, her flesh bare where the steel does not cover it, brimming with muscle and curvaceous strength. You appear like a darkened inversion of the old heroic murals that litter the old castles and temples of broken houses and kingdoms. You always like that image - A shadow of the past, corrupted, returned to haunt those that have created it. You are too old to be sure if that is actually close to where you stem from. After a couple of lifetimes, the smaller details become a bit of a blur.

What is crystal clear however is this: You need to welcome envoys from within the realm, those pesky mortals that now beg for your attention. At least you can still decide who gets to claim your gaze for a while.