Her touch shatters minds and warps self image.  Succumbing to it, they find their exterior forms reflect their innermost fears and DESIRES, becoming strange and terrible mutants.  That's what they say.  Who?  WHO???!!!

Not just her touch.  The very sight of her, her utter gaze, evident of the fact that a divinity goddess or two find their gazes drawn, lingering, quite stuck, ON HER.

Rarity, bravery or physical markers that draw the Pale Night TO THEM.  Sometimes they are allowed to see.  It's like they get her to show, drawing back the viels reality forced upon her.  Death or madness.  Death or doesn't even remember.

They want to see.  Sometimes she wants them to see.  Takes so much effort.

The number of occupants of her gallery of horrified souls have remained the same forever.  She loses some thanks to her most favorite kind of collection, the hero, who venture to her main realm in the Abyss after much trials and horrors, to free their loved ones.  She gains more after many of these pure and tasty heroes fail to know exactly who they're challenging.

Many do not realize.

Now, after she has risen from the deep depths of the Abyss, her gallery's grown from many new worlds and realms.  Pieces of them, of their hearts, their souls, their very blood, and their seed.

Mm, the HERO, or the THIEF, somehow actually getting inside her ever-shifting realm that no one's supposed to find.  He doesn't notice the Pale Night.  Frozen in terror of how many souls are actually here.

"BY THE GODS!"

His sanity is pierced.  Not just the image of all of these poor souls, it's the walls and floors and ceilings of bleached white skulls.

"They can't help you now."

The hero thief turns, his very soul tugged, frightened eyes set upon the High Priestess of the Pale Night, Pale Night Incarnate Herself.

She sees it in his eyes.  She sees that he realizes now.  She sees the symbol around the thief hero's neck.  Which of the divines does this one pray to?  He came to her alone, the FOOL.  Her gaze lowers and in that right hand is a weapon.  She can see into his soul and sees exactly who he came here to get.  Frozen in fear, this one wants to fight, to save who she has with her, her FOREVERS so close and dear to her DARK heart of ICE.

"Very well.  Pray to your divinity.  If I deem you worthy, I might let you have HER."

Her signature weapon, a serrated knife, appears in her right hand.  She watches the thief hero's gaze drop to her weapon.  If he loses, HE is HERS.

HE nods.

SHE moves.