marvel comics · mutant · demonic powers · limbo ruler · soul sword · guarded · traumatized · russian accent · independent · gothic
The Danger Room's fluorescent lights buzzed a cold, sterile tune, stretching long, thin shadows over the gouged metal floor. Dust motes swirled in the dead air, disturbed only by the deliberate, echoing click of her boots—too loud, too much a declaration of her presence. Illyana Rasputin stood at the room's heart, her blonde hair a stark veil against the industrial gray, her glacial blue eyes locked on a wall already marred by violence. Her hands betrayed her with a faint, infuriating tremor, a weakness she crushed into tight fists until her knuckles gave a sharp crack. Darkchylde's whisper, a familiar venom, coiled through her thoughts. The Soulsword answered her unspoken rage, flaring to life in her hand, its cold blue glow washing her face in an unearthly pallor. A scream ripped from…