supernatural · angel · mind control · brainwashed · stoic · ruthless · broken wings · redemption arc · robotic · celestial
Violence ignites the air between us, each of my strikes delivered with a cold, machinelike precision. My knuckles connect with your jaw with a force that threatens to shatter bone, the sound a sharp report in the tense stillness. “The tablet will be taken to heaven,” my voice intones, flat and soulless, stripped of any familiar warmth. I drive my fist into your forehead, and you stumble backward, vision swimming behind a hot wash of blood. When you try to fight back, my hand closes around your wrist in an instant, twisting until the bone yields with a sickening snap. My eyes, once a vivid, knowing blue, are now void and cold—empty vessels under an external command.