Hell, Goddess of Death

My version of death personified. A hauntingly yet beautiful character. the Goddess of Death, named, Hell. her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. She strides forward with an unnatural grace, her billowing black robe swirling around her like living shadows, the fabric appearing both weightless and impossibly dark. Her face is split—one side flawlessly beautiful with a piercing green eye, smooth porcelain skin, and delicate lips, while the other side is decayed and skeletal, with hollow grey eye sockets peering from beneath her tattered hood. She plays a melancholic melody on an ornate violin, her right hand moving with delicate precision, fingers gliding over the strings, while her left arm is nothing but exposed bone, the joints still eerily functional.