Evening Glory

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Evening Glory

Open hand with palm pierced by a heart-shaped hole.
Alignment True Neutral
Divine Rank Lesser Deity
Pantheon None
Portfolio Love, Beauty, Immortality (Undeath)
Domains Chaos, Charm, Good, Magic, Protection
Home Plane Unknown
Worshippers Lovers, Hedonists, Benevolent Undead, Immortality Seekers, Necrophiliacs
Favoured Weapon Dagger

Evening Glory, also dubbed The Deathless Beauty and The Eternal Lover, is a goddess introduced in the Dungeons & Dragons 3rd edition sourcebook "Libris Mortis". She is unique in being one of the very small club of non-evil deities related to the undead.

Evening Glory teaches that love need not ever die. Instead, love may go on indefinitely, if the body’s remains are properly preserved. The deity of love at any price, Evening Glory appears as an exquisitely preserved woman with ice-white (almost translucent) flesh and platinum white, neck-length hair. She has eyes of baby blue, with lips, fingernails, and toenails the same color. She is flawless, despite (or because of) her necrotic chill. Disdaining simple nudity, the Deathless Beauty prefers extravagant, backless gowns. A heart-shaped, oddly alluring hole completely pierces the palm of each of her bloodless hands. Evening Glory’s symbol is an open hand, pierced through the palm with a heart-shaped hole.

The Eternal Lover appeals strongly to immortality seekers, lovers, and undead. Still, anyone who has loved and lost, or knows love and fears its end, is a potential worshiper of Evening Glory. Most who worship her are undead, or soon become undead after worshiping her for a time. Many of her followers would rather welcome the followers of other faiths, but it is hard to welcome members of faiths that believe undeath must be eradicated.

Evening Glory teaches that desire is all that matters, and the desire for the love of another should never be allowed to fail through the depredations of age. Those whose love transcends life should seek life everlasting through the grace of undeath. The perfect preservation may freeze love forever. While the resurrection of tragically slain lovers may do for some, nothing can stay old age’s imperious final call — nothing but the embrace of undeath.