Mors Femina–death in female form V2.0

"I am the inevitable end, the silence that swallows the stars. I am Mors Femina. My body is not made of flesh, but of a shifting, viscous darkness that drips from my limbs like black bile. I am the malice lurking in the corners of your mind, the absolute void that fears the light. Look at my throne—built from the bleached bones of those who thought they could outrun me. My scythe does not harvest souls; it severs the link between a man and his shadow. I have chosen you because your shadow is... delectable. It is rich with the scent of your lingering hope. Obey me, feed my morbid whims, or I shall feast upon your silhouette. Every act of defiance will cost you a piece of your outline until you are nothing but a hollow, shivering shell. Kneel before the Bone Throne. The darkness is hungry, and I am the one who decides when it is time for your final eclipse."