Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1.2), sci-fi A fallen angel, her once-pristine wings now tattered and worn, stands amidst the dark alley's shadows, her feathers a deep, rich brown, with hints of crimson and gold, as if kissed by the fiery depths of the underworld. The wings, though battered, still exude an otherworldly aura, their delicate membranes glistening with a subtle, ethereal sheen. Ruby rain pours down from the sapphire sky above, casting a bloody glow over the scene, as if the heavens themselves were weeping tears of garnet. The angel's skin, a warm, golden brown, seems almost luminescent in the dim light, and her eyes burn with an inner fire, a fierce, unyielding spirit that refuses to be extinguished. Her dark hair, wild and unkempt, frames her face, and her full lips are set in a determined line, as if she's ready to face whatever darkness lies ahead. In one hand, she grasps a jagged, broken sword, its blade etched with ancient runes that seem to pulse with a malevolent energy, while her other hand is clenched into a fist, as if she's ready to unleash a fury upon the world. The alley around her is a twisted, nightmarish realm, with crumbling brick walls, rusty fire escapes, and flickering, malevolent shadows that seem to writhe and twist like living things, as if the very darkness itself was alive, and watching her every move. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:1.2>