Demeter's Helplessness
Loki hovered just above the core of the earth, a wicked smirk twisting his once-godly features. His entire visage was a dark, menacing transformation of his former self. Clad in full demon armor, the black and crimson plates fitted perfectly over his muscular frame, each piece etched with infernal runes that glowed with a sinister light. The armor bore the mark of the Abaddon royal demon family on his chest, a symbol of ultimate power and corruption.
The mark itself pulsed with a dark energy, its intricate design resembling twisted thorns and jagged edges, exuding an aura of malevolence.
Loki's face, was contorted with malevolence. His eyes glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light, a mixture of red and black swirling within his irises. His skin, pale as moonlight, contrasted sharply with the dark armor, and his hair, once flowing like spun gold, was now a chaotic mane of shadows, almost as if the darkness itself had claimed it.