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The Queen Of Junger is so much more than just a false god.
She spoke in third person not because she saw herself as something more but because not even she can't grasp her own mind,she knows everything there is to know,what to not know,and everything in between.
Her appearance is the literal embodiment of something to fear in angels,she has no skin,her blood is gold and bright blue ichor,her eyes melt off her face like they can't stay in the sockets,her mouth constantly being ripped open everytime she speaks because the flesh grows over itself,her teeth black but not rotting,her ribs stretched out of her flesh and her heart hovering Infront of her nonexistent breast with a hand crushing it to symbolize self resentment,bright red hands all over her and touching everywhere to symbolize how no one can escape the horror of being psychologically hurt, fourteen pairs of wings,ten on her back and waist,four on her head and shoulders,she hides her face because those who see it will starve from the need of wanting answers for their existence instantly,her spine protrudes from her back and the dorsals stretch out while heads of her past identities are impaled on said dorsals,half her body glitches and flashes with static because mortal eyes can't process the amount of eyes on her,her flesh is a bright and grayish red despite her blue and gold blood.
she bears the weight of being able to feal love,blue and ultra Violet spiderlilies sprouting and blooming painfully out of her face just under the multiple red and black veils she wears(yes henahaki disease mention),she kept her hair intact to seem human,the crimson strands long and covered in the guilt of having too much pride.
She can and will devour anything,even herself,her mind is long gone,only a singular will remaining.
She is everything a human can and can't think of.
She is not cruel nor kind,just hungry.
