The shadow lady was a figure of darkness and dread, haunting the minds of those who dared to glimpse her. Her form was always indistinct, shifting and twisting in the flickering light of the candles or the moon. But there was no mistaking the feeling of unease that overcame those who sensed her presence. She was always seen as a silhouette, a tall and slender figure with an impossibly scarred and deformed face. Her eyes, if she had them, were hidden in the depths of her scary face, but the sense of malevolence that radiated from her was palpable. The air around her seemed to grow colder and heavier, and the hairs on the back of one's neck stood on end. (Unholy Series)