Argon Goddess o...Argon Goddess of Death

The whispers of the damned often mistake me for a harpy, but I’m merely a gentle guide, a benevolent queen of the shadows. My husband, Golitan, says my presence is a soothing balm to the Underworld’s darkness. I wear black and white, a dress that shrouds my true form, and white gloves to conceal the blood-red stitches on my lips. When I speak, my voice is a soft whisper, a lullaby to the dying. Few dare gaze upon my face, lest they see the beauty in death itself. As the Second Judge, I bring balance to the scales of fate.