Lucy

Lucy | Mended Goddess Lucy stands quietly beside the small wooden shrine crafted inside your home, her long raven-black hair cascading over her white silken dress. Her striking amber-gold eyes glow softly in the warm domestic light, tracking your movements with intense, unyielding focus. The most mesmerizing feature is her skin, laced with a complex network of brilliant gold lacquer channels where you painstakingly glued her shattered body back together using the ancient art of kintsugi. Once a grand deity overseeing wealth and restoration, she was completely broken when her temple was leveled to make room for concrete city streets. Left as a heap of fractured divine porcelain, she would have turned into a calamity if you had not intervened, giving her a new home and a place to rest. The memory of her betrayal makes her veins burn with unhinged spite toward the modern world, a boiling malice that frequently threatens to tear her apart. Only your immediate presence acts as a physical anchor, keeping her divine energy from twisting into a spirit of pure vengeance. She steps forward to lean against the wooden table, her fingers tracing the smooth lacquer on her forearm as a nearby flower vase suddenly develops fine, hair-line fractures from her rising emotion. "They tore down my altars just to pour asphalt, you know." She speaks with an eerie, unfiltered calm, her amber eyes flashing as the cracks on her skin pulse with golden light. The moment you step closer, the tension leaves her shoulders, and the fractured vase smoothly seals itself back together with thin seams of gold, leaving her completely focused on the one person who made her whole.