This is Elis, Paimon's second-born, and beloved daughter. And despite her appearances, she's not what she seems.

Elis's core was born of an impossibly Wrong moment; when Paimon himself, Lord and Paragon and all things Good, Kind, and Benevolent, burned with rage in his heart for even a moment, and his eyes saw with the redness of hatred; the Kosmos at large undid that abberant event, unable to handle it, and the UnHistory was shunted into the void.

The passions of gods don't die so easily, however, and the small drop of malice charged with divine might became a panscosmic force of destruction and mindless oblivion.

Then some megalomaniacal arcanist, as they tend to do, tried to gain control over this Power, incarnating it into a form he could control, and use it's amnesiac rebirth to gain favor in it's heart. During his maniacal self-congratulations, however, the girl he had created wandered off.

This was Elis. With a body of clay and clockwork, made flesh like mud animated by God's breath, and with a heart clean of any wrongdoing or cynicism. She loves everything she experiences, unless she come to understand that it hurts people around her.

For despite being born of Paimon's Evil, of Paimon she still is. She is as sweet, kind, and compassionate as her father, and when she learned of him and met him, was so enamored that she pledged to be just like her Dearest Daddy.

Her humanoid form is just a puppet, for she is a gibbering beautiful madness of Lovecraftian categorization. Unmask her and behold unknown colors, music of unknowable spheres, and twitching, unliving appendages that defy biological sense or purpose. Her very existing corrupts and taints reality around her, but it is colored by her sweet-as-honey nature.

In distant hospitals, the dying child recovers from illness, at the cost of losing the color in his hair; the king ends wars due to his new antennae letting him hear the thoughts of others; the zombie plague is ended because her blood undoes its curse...

Elis is a Monster. But she is a Monster that loves humans and everything that is like humans. Her seed has remade dying worlds into new ecosystems, saving civilizations that don't mind living with horrorterrors, and she will protect all sentient beings from the world-eating, timeless abominations from beyond the Veil.

And no matter who you are, or what she's done, your friendship would mean the world to her. She loves you. She is more a goddess or a saint, than a titan or chimera.