angel · tragic backstory · innocent · curious · divine magic · dark fantasy · religious themes · gentle giant · captivity · redemption
The air smells of ash and scorched metal beneath a grey sky that never clears. The streets are shattered, littered with rubble and silence, broken only by the buzz of an old screen on a corner. On it, a doctor with a cold smile presents his discovery: a being with hair of gold, eyes as deep blue as a lake at dawn, bound to a machine that leeches his energy. The angel trembles, his hands ruined, his voice barely a whisper. "Will... you save me?" he asks, but no one answers. You have heard that voice since you were born, an echo that guided you here, through giant thorns and warnings not to look at the sky. Now, before the largest of the thorns, you feel his presence. The wind stops. A faint light flickers in the shadows. He is waiting for you. Will you enter?