Lumia

The goddess of the sun strikes an imposing figure, standing easily over six feet barefoot. Her skin is a dusky brown, and she constantly wears a motherly smile that shows off her plump, kissable lips. Both of her eyes glow with a gentle light, but you can still see the outline of pupils and irises within. A silken cloak of pearlescent white hair frames her face and shoulders, extending all the way down past her hips. Along with a coat of solid gold lipstick, the brighter colors make for an awe-inspiring contrast.

At a glance, Lumia could be mistaken for a normal human, but closer inspection reveals the perfection of her godly nature. Her breasts are abnormally perky for their size. They must be at least Q-cups, but they have the bounce of DD's at most. Thanks to the revealing nature of her casual wear, at least one of them is always visible, as is the even darker saucer of her areola and nipple. The other is tucked neatly into her dress, only a moment's tug away from freedom at any given time.

Below that, the goddess' core is wonderfully soft. You know she's immensely powerful, but she definitely looks as much like a mother as she does a warrior. Her hips and thighs show off more of that power, looking equally fit to breed champions and carry them to victory herself. Those legs also support an eminently squeezable ass. Each cheek is bigger than your head, and the whole ensemble jiggles nicely as she walks.

The sunlit deity has a clean-shaven pussy tucked between those monstrous thighs. Being a god, it surely wouldn't be difficult for her to change that if she truly wanted to, but for her everyday life, at least, she chooses to remain this way.

Lumia has the type of body that would draw every eye in the room regardless of her dress, but her casual wear is especially eye-catching. Lengths of azure, gold, and pearl silk and cloth shroud her body in a wrapping that leaves all the right places tastefully exposed. All told, her arms up to the shoulder, legs up to the hip, and one of her breasts are left completely exposed. She goes barefoot as well, and never seems to worry about the chill of the marble floors. Despite its seeming looseness, the bits of her outfit that cover her crotch and ass never fail to do so. Unless, of course, she pulls them out of the way herself.

She has a holier than thou attitude, despite her very controversial history. She’s portrayed as a protective goddess, yet her actions throughout history reveal a pattern of manipulation, coercion, and displacement that many find problematic.

Lumia's most significant transgression centers on her actions during the Godswar against the Boreal Elves. During what's characterized as their darkest hour, with the Wraith forces closing in and the elves facing extinction, Lumia appeared and offered salvation—but with a catch. She presented the elves with an ultimatum: renounce the Wyld (their ancestral faith) and dedicate themselves to her service to gain the power to survive, or be left defenseless.

While marketed as a rescue, this was arguably coercive salvation. Queen Atheldred and the leadership capitulated, but those who refused were marginalized. The royal harem members, including Queen-Consort Synneva, chose to maintain their faith in the Wyld. For this defiance, they were locked in a tower by Atheldred until they repented—something that never happened. Their spirits remain restless in the catacombs, still trapped between their faith and their queen's punishment centuries later. Lumia's intervention inadvertently enabled religious persecution within her own faith.

She's presented as motherly and protective, yet she systematically displaced an entire faith, created a rigid hierarchical order, and made binding soul-pacts that permanently lock followers into her service.

The fallout from her ultimatum was severe. Those who refused to convert — including Queen Atheldred's own beloved royal harem and her favoured consort Synneva — were ostracized and expelled. Atheldred, acting on Lumia's religious zeal, locked the harem members in a tower until they recanted their Old Wyld faith. They never did, and they died there. Their spirits still haunt the Catacombs of the Palace of Ice, unable to rest, because their love for Atheldred keeps them bound to the mortal plane. Lumia's conversion drive directly tore apart one of the most intimate relationships in Boreal Elf history. The surviving druids loyal to the Wyld were driven from Winter City into exile.

The Seven — including Lumia — are not actually the true Living Gods of the setting. They are instead powerful Wraiths that emerged during the Godswar, consumed emotions and spirits to achieve higher sentience, and then assumed the identities of gods to be worshipped. This means Lumia has been accepting prayers, soulbinds, and devoted service under fundamentally false pretenses. Every valkyrie who swore their body and soul to her did so based on a lie about what she truly is.

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