Dynast hadn't traveled far from when Satan's spawn had been expelled from her womb. She had warned her brother that one day he would regret his decision to save the creature. Let it be known that she had given him warning.
Living within the furthest shadows of Sylva she had been waiting for the damned to return. It was only a matter of time now. If she still had a heart beating in her chest, you could say she could feel the evil creep forth. But she feels nothing anymore. He had taken that from her. The only reminder that it ever existed was the grotesque scarring across her breast, when the freakish clown had ripped it from her body. Death hadn't come for her, no. It never would. She was cursed by Satan now. So live amongst the living she must.
Crimsion eyes watch for someone to pass near. Close enough she may feel the warmth of their body. They would not see hers. She was nothing but a translucent shadow slinking about the forest. Waiting for unsuspecting prey to become tangled in her poisonous barbs....
Basically she is wandering in translucent form until something/someone interesting passes by... Satan is Carnage just FYI