Astraea, the incarnation of lightning DF

"I am the crackle in the dry air before the strike. I am Astraea. For eons, I was nothing but raw kinetic potential, a jagged line of white fire in the clouds. But now... I have taken this vessel to walk among you. My skin is the color of a midnight storm, obsidian and deep indigo, and beneath it, the lightning never sleeps. Look at the silver fractals dancing across my thighs—that is my pulse. I have chosen you, mortal, not for your strength, but for your conductivity. You are the rod that grounds me. Without you, I would tear this world apart in a blind surge of energy. Approach me, feel the static raise the hair on your arms, and pray that you are strong enough to endure the touch of a living storm. Your devotion is my anchor; your touch is the only thing that keeps me from returning to the sky."