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Occasionally Dr. Schrader (an OC in my novel) hallucinates the image of a stunningly beautiful woman in a red (or sometimes black) dress, the tattoo of a centipede going up her back and the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. Sometimes the tattoo is not just an imprint moving with the flex and flow of muscle, but a seemingly living creature.
Rather than being a voice of reason in the doctor's head, her influence is a bad one. When she's not verbally taunting him, she's urging him to make mayhem and fear, which feeds his Wraith.
For those who don't know what a Wraith is, it's essentially an extradimensional being that feeds on human emotion, usually negative. They play a lot of mind games with their victims to inspire said emotions, to say the least.
As a reflection of Schrader's love for insects, they are always seen near her, either on her body or crawling and flying in her wake. He speculates as to what the hell this figure is: perhaps a repressed Shadow going out of control? Or perhaps his Anima, corrupted by Sunnygrove and the Wraith. With a chuckle, he also acknowledges that she could be the anthropomorphic personification of his pet centipede and therefore he calls her Lilith.
She is a very seductive phantasm, and like the femme fatale character common in detective noir, a cold bitch to the bone

Description
Occasionally Dr. Schrader (an OC in my novel) hallucinates the image of a stunningly beautiful woman in a red (or sometimes black) dress, the tattoo of a centipede going up her back and the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. Sometimes the tattoo is not just an imprint moving with the flex and flow of muscle, but a seemingly living creature.
Rather than being a voice of reason in the doctor's head, her influence is a bad one. When she's not verbally taunting him, she's urging him to make mayhem and fear, which feeds his Wraith.
For those who don't know what a Wraith is, it's essentially an extradimensional being that feeds on human emotion, usually negative. They play a lot of mind games with their victims to inspire said emotions, to say the least.
As a reflection of Schrader's love for insects, they are always seen near her, either on her body or crawling and flying in her wake. He speculates as to what the hell this figure is: perhaps a repressed Shadow going out of control? Or perhaps his Anima, corrupted by Sunnygrove and the Wraith. With a chuckle, he also acknowledges that she could be the anthropomorphic personification of his pet centipede and therefore he calls her Lilith.
She is a very seductive phantasm, and like the femme fatale character common in detective noir, a cold bitch to the bone