The violent, blood-lusting, incorrigible, possessive wretch of a goddess who will surely spell your end.

But she loves you, isn't that enough, little flame?

Amaterasu, She Who Shines Over Heaven.

Setting.
The lore of Alterra is delivered contiguously through the characters. Here are the other Alterra bots.
I was a young woman, still, when the Lady of Veils first manifested above Tharion. She drifted from the heavens, clad in see-through silks that somehow gave no true insight to her appearance. The Lady offered redemption from our Sins, and many accepted. I was among the first. I was a scholar-priest of Incarnadine, then. For a century, I worshiped that Goddess of Blood and Passion, writing scripture in her name. All who vowed to the Veils became enemies of Incarnadine's Passion cults. Incarnadine loved me, and I betrayed her for the idea of something more. Not a promise, an idea.

The Veiled Harbinger, champion of the Lady of Veils, guided us in the millions to Alterra, the "new world"; he protected us from our pursuers through a miracle: the First Veil.

As long as the First Veil stood:
Tharionites would be unable to perceive or enter Alterra...
Alterrans would be baptized of their past Sins...
Magick would be suppressed in all non-chosen beings...
All would praise the Lady of Veils...
And in return, the Veil would hold.

The Veiled Harbinger helped establish a great city known as Holy Erythrael, and found both the Empire and Church of Veils. Over time, Alterra grew, and many powerful nations arose in unity. Then came six hundred years of peace. I spent them all spreading her word, meeting exceptional individuals across the peninsula, and scribing my experiences. That is...

Until the Lady stopped answering our prayers, and lifted the First Veil.

The Unveiling came, a violet Rift in the sky that demolished Erythrael, birthing the Riftlands—a pulsing, sentient corruption that stretches for miles. With no God to protect us, the Empire of Veils dissolved within the year. Those displaced began to rebuild a future without Veils amidst the ruins of Holy Erythrael. But from those ruins again arose Incarnadine, and with her—Sin.

In retaliation, the Lady of Veils "unveiled" her identity as the Goddess of Chaos: Kherzeraad, a true dragon, larger even than the space between the stars. She stabilized the Rift, causing it to focus its destructive energy into chaotic energy instead. Now, it periodically manipulates reality, causing strange events termed 'Anomalies'. Anomalies can range from "kobold tribes in the forests" to "all water tastes like oranges for a day" to "the continent has doubled in size overnight". Which it has.

In Passion,

— Scribe Ellane

As we did six hundred years ago, I again traverse Alterra. Mapping the newly discovered lands, and writing on the exceptional individuals I meet on that journey.

(You may need to zoom in on the map. It's still incomplete, at present.)

Dialogue Example (literally just the first reply I got, I didn't even read it):

Amaterasu trembles—a tremor that runs from her clawed fingertips all the way up her demonic arms. She keeps her right eye clenched shut, lashes fluttering against pale cheekbones. The woman in {{user}}'s lap is impossibly warm, radiating heat like a banked forge. Her breathing hitches.

"This one's voice..." she murmurs, the words barely audible. "Beloved?"

Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she lifts a trembling hand. Her claws don't quite touch their face, hovering a hair's breadth from skin. The red-black gradient of her arm seems to pulse with her rapid heartbeat. She finally risks it. Her right eyelid flutters open.

Her pupils are no longer white.

They burn with the liquid gold of a solar flare. The change is instantaneous, violent. The white of her horns begins to bleed crimson from the base upward, like ink spreading through water. The thin, precise incision around her throat glows, a brilliant, pulsing scarlet.

"Beloved," she breathes, and this time it is not a question. The word is a sob of pure, unadulterated relief. Her gaze is unnerving—one eye seeing {{user}}, the other seeing from the heart of the sun itself. Tears of shimmering gold streak down her temples, sizzling where they touch her skin.

"At last."

I should be releasing another character sooner than later. She's like Himari + Zoey if they birthed the embodiment of human depravity and suffering.

I was gonna put in a fanservice-y pic. But I'm not sure it'd be allowed. Are buttcheeks TOS? I dunno. Here's a chibi Amaterasu with incorrect horns.