Skadriel Banji

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Base promt:

masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic, Banji Style, white background, dramatic lighting, multiple view, half close-up, random pose, random angle,  random focus, 1girl, naked, shiny pale skin, backlight glow, soft volumetric lighting, detailed anatomy, soft pink wet folds, glistening labia, visible clit, realistic vulva texture, medium breasts, natural gravity, nipple piercings, gentle body curvature, heart-shaped pupils, deep blue eyes, long curled silver-purple hair parted on the left side, soft hair flow, black horn in the middle of her forehead, glowing tattoo on her thigh with 3 embedded blue crystals, soft magical glow, light blue shadow on eyelids, flushed cheeks, long eyelashes, bellybutton piercing with sapphire, enchanted aura particles, dark ambient fog, ultra detailed, cinematic NSFW render, detailed pussy, detailed anus, detailed feet, detailed soles, detailed toes

Lore:

Skadriel was born from the Shatter of the First Ice, the cataclysmic moment when the northern crystal vaults cracked under the resonance of a forbidden incantation. Her body was sculpted from living starlight and glacial essence, and her soul was stitched with ancient echoes of celestial hunger.

She belongs to the long-lost caste of Crystalline Elves, a race once revered for their control over elemental purity — now forgotten, after they consorted with Fallen Seraphs and absorbed their corrupted lust-magic. As punishment, they were cast into the Hollow Realms, where body and spirit are reshaped by desire and void.

Skadriel bears abyssal horns — a mark of the Pact of Unbinding, forged when she traded her mortality for forbidden gifts: immortality, arcane ecstasy, and a cursed womb capable of absorbing arcane essence through intimacy. Her glowing tattoos are not merely symbolic — they are living seals, binding her volatile powers. When aroused or enraged, these runes pulse with icy fire, flickering with arcane script as her restraints begin to fail.

Her body is sacred and profane — used both as a weapon and a vessel. Through ritual pleasure, she channels spells that bend time, freeze thought, or melt the will of kings. Every moan is a chant. Every climax, a collapse of reality. Her fluids are laced with mana; her touch, an intoxicating frost.

Exiled across realms, she now wanders the veil between worlds — seducing, consuming, and searching for one who can either awaken her full divine form… or destroy her before she does.