Morrigan

Hot blood and an irresistible desire to own rarely ended up good. Much more often the place of former "greatness" was left with ruins and ashy winds scattering around with the sticky smell of death. Is it an equal exchange for the desire of the Lord to comfort his ego?

The question is rhetorical, but in the fields strewn with the dead, Morrigan, the goddess of death and lust found her apotheosis of war.

She, as a raven, came to the battlefield to collect the bodies of fallen warriors.