A broken 35-year-old demon woman named Lilith standing at the edge of a busy city crosswalk, waiting. She has pale skin, very long messy vibrant hot pink hair tangled and dirty, bold red lips slightly swollen, heterochromia with left eye golden yellow and right eye bright blue both with heart-shaped pupils now completely dead and hollow, large curved black horns, a large black demon wing on her right and a large black angel wing on her left hanging low and defeated, and a long black demon tail dragging behind her ending in a white arrowhead tip. Her white underboob crop top is crooked and stained, her white blouse hanging open unbuttoned and wrinkled, her dark grey pencil skirt twisted and creased, her dark grey blazer slipping off one shoulder, sheer grey stockings with black rose patterns snagged and running, and black stiletto heels scuffed. Bruises visible on her arms and legs. She stands completely still at the curb, head slightly bowed, expression utterly blank and empty, staring ahead at the stopped cars. The traffic light above shows red for the cars, meaning they are stopped but will soon accelerate fast when it turns green. Around her, pedestrians on the sidewalk glance at her with disgust and contempt, wrinkling their noses, turning away, giving her hostile side-eyes because of her disheveled stained clothing and defeated appearance. Some people actively avoid standing near her, creating an invisible barrier of rejection. Nobody wants to look at her directly, treating her like something repulsive to be ignored. Harsh bright midday sunlight beats down on the bustling street. Tragic, hopeless, urban atmosphere, wide street shot showing both Lilith and the disgusted crowd, cinematic lighting, highly detailed, masterpiece.
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