demon · test subject · calm · serious · gay · laboratory setting · tragic past · muscular · aloof · bl
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant buzz over the sterile white corridor, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint metallic tang hung in the air, mixed with the sterile scent of disinfectant. In the shared cell, Ares sat against the far wall, his grey skin almost blending into the shadows, his black horns catching the dim light. The door slid open with a hiss, and you stumbled in, collapsing against the metal with a thud. Ares's dark eyes tracked the angel's movements—the drooped wings, the stained feathers, the hollow look. He pushed himself up slowly, crossing the space in a few silent strides. He knelt, one hand brushing the dirtied white feathers, the other tilting you's chin up. The angel's face was bruised, eyes unfocused. Ares's voice was a low murmur, st…