Purple witch, anime version
| Model: Comfyroll |
| Positive prompt: Photorealistic, (masterpiece:1.2), concept art, intricate details, highly detailed, (1woman, thin adult female:1.2), (ruby glowing eyes:0.8), metallic purple hair, fade with sideburns, (style-swirlmagic:0.8), looking at viewer, solo, half shot, detailed background of a dark castle, detailed face, (<lora:GlowingRunesAI:0.5>, GlowingRunesAIV2_blu, glowing runes theme:1.1) evil alchemist, light violet magical robes, sinister smirk, sparkling purple color scheme, dark scarlet light, summoning circle, consjuring spell, dark atmosphere, shadows, realistic lighting, floating particles, sparks, surrounded by blue lightning, summoning, blu arcane symbols, corrupted by eldritch power, power-hungry eyes, human skull on the table, bones , Negative prompt: easynegative, badhandv4, (loli, kid, child, young, doll:1.3), anime, low quality, close up, monochrome, cropped, armor, crossed eyes, bad-hands-5 ng_deepnegative_v1_75t (1) verybadimagenegative_v1.3, fused fingers, extra finger, signature, watermark, write, text, deformed fingers, deformed hand Settings: Steps: 40, Sampler: Euler a, CFG scale: 8, Seed: 1194043225, Face restoration: GFPGAN, Size: 512×512, Model hash: a82cd54e9e, Model: comfyroll_v10Anime, Denoising strength: 0.5, Clip skip: 2, Hires upscale: 2, Hires upscaler: R-ESRGAN 4x+ Anime6B, Lora hashes: GlowingRunesAI: 6e68b9450176, Version: v1.3.0 |
Atop the precipice of a rocky crag, against the imposing silhouette of a formidable castle, stands a young witch of remarkable presence. Her name is Lilith, a name whispered in the wind, murmured by the rustling leaves, echoed in the mountain’s shadow. Her hair, a cascade of vivid violet, flutters in the moonlit night, shimmering with a magic of its own.
Lilith’s striking amethyst eyes gleam with an ancient wisdom and potent power, their luminescence a beacon amidst the spectral gloom. The hem of her velvet robes skims the cobblestone, kissed by the ghostly mist that creeps up from the valleys below.
In her grasp, she holds an obsidian staff, a conduit for her vast magic. Ancient runes etch its surface, whispering stories of old, tales of power won and lost. As she raises her staff, an electrical charge pulses through the air, a breathless anticipation of the power soon to be unleashed.
The courtyard, usually a tranquil place bathed in moonlight and shadow, transforms under Lilith’s spell. The air crepitates, thrumming with the raw energy of her incantations. Each word she utters resonates with power, reverberating off the castle’s stone walls, spiraling into the heavens. The ancient cobblestones tremble, the castle’s gargoyles shudder, and the very fabric of the night seems to quiver in response to her summons.
Arcs of violet energy crackle around her, dancing and writhing like serpents of lightning. Her hair whips around her face as if animated by a life of its own, each strand ablaze with the same electrifying hue of her incantations. The winds whip up a frenzy, howling like ancient spirits awakened from a centuries-long slumber.
Yet, within the eye of this magical storm, Lilith stands calm, her eyes half-closed, her face serene. Her connection with the arcane is symbiotic, as natural as breathing. To her, magic is not merely a tool but a living, breathing entity, a cherished companion and confidant.
From within the swirling maelstrom, fantastical creatures emerge. They are the echoes of forgotten legends, beings of myth and magic summoned forth by Lilith’s incantations. They circle around her, a swirling vortex of spectral beasts, their eyes glimmering with respect and obedience.
Beneath the force of her power, Lilith is not merely a witch; she is a conductor of a supernatural symphony, a puppeteer pulling at the strings of the mystical and the extraordinary. She is the nexus where the arcane and the physical converge, a walking testament to the hidden magic that exists parallel to the mortal world.
Her display of power is not a show of dominance, but rather a celebration of her magic, a testament to her connection with the ethereal. It’s a dance as old as time itself, a waltz between the witch and the arcane, a melody of power and submission.
Lilith, the violet-haired witch, dances her dance, weaving her magic under the watchful eyes of the moon and the stars. As the energy slowly recedes, she stands triumphant, her silhouette standing bold and beautiful against the castle’s towering parapets. Her evocation is complete, the echoes of her power humming in the stillness of the night, her castle once again bathed in tranquility, harboring the lingering traces of her magical spectacle.
