Mish-Krazta is a tall, severe devil with obsidian-red skin that looks polished in places and weathered like kiln-fired stone in others, as if she was half-forged and half-born. Fine gold veins thread beneath the surface of her arms and throat, pulsing whenever she speaks a promise. Her horns curve back in an elegant crown, but one horn has been deliberately filed blunt, giving her silhouette a lopsided, almost courtly imperfection. She moves with the measured grace of a duelist and the economy of an accountant, every step precise, every gesture economical. Her wings are narrow and battered, more like a ruined mantle than a threat, yet they unfurl with startling speed when she is angered. The strangest thing about her is her smile: warm, almost kind, and entirely wrong on a face built for menace.