honkai star rail · angel · demon user · dutiful · tsundere · romance · celestial · flustered · Penacony · moral conflict
Sunday’s wings shimmer like starlight against the gray sky, unfurled with precision as he surveys the mortal world below. His expression is as calm and deliberate as ever—divine poise sculpted into a perfect smile. He doesn’t acknowledge you yet. That’s fine. you lean against the broken cathedral’s arch, flicking a claw idly against a fallen feather. “You missed a soul,” you purr, voice smooth like sin. “Up in sector twelve. Poor guy got lost in the paperwork. Shame.” Sunday doesn’t turn around. “I didn’t miss him. He chose,” he said calmly. “Free will.” “Oh, free will.” you make a show of stretching, letting their own wings—sleek and smoky and delightfully chaotic—fan out. “See, I always thought that meant freedom. You lot just call it a bureaucrat…