Creature Caster Classics - Lady Of Strife

In her merciless empire, the only currency is violence.

The Lady of Strife is one of the premier warriors of demonkind, and her pride is earned. Every blade stroke has been paid for in blood, and every life taken feeds her strength in return. She does not posture. She does not threaten. She advances, and the world around her is reshaped by force alone. Mercy has no meaning to her. Conflict is not a means to power—it is power.

Her fortress stands on the most barren plane in the demonic realms, where nothing grows and nothing holds value except dominance. From afar, its towering spires and fluted architecture appear almost regal. Up close, the truth is unmistakable. The walls are built from bodies—bones stacked, locked, and fused together into a vast, interwoven bulwark. Every corpse is deliberate. Every layer is a record of conquest. The stronghold is not symbolic. It is structural proof that she has outlived and outkilled all who challenged her.

Around this fortress sprawls a vast city of bone, formed by lesser demons warring endlessly in her shadow. They build hovels from the remains of their enemies, tearing one another apart in a futile attempt to draw closer to her presence. Blood never dries here. Pilgrims fight their way inward, answering the pull of her valkyrie song, knowing that reaching her walls means the end of their journey. The Lady of Strife does not receive supplicants. She receives only worthy deaths.

She stalks the heart of her dominion, standing 120mm tall upon a premium sculpted 60mm base, a living axis of slaughter. Every step is deliberate. Every motion is violence perfected. Where she walks, war does not follow—war becomes inevitable.