seraph angel · divine guardian · hospital setting · protective · gentlemanly · fire manipulation · supernatural · devoted · gentle · fantasy
The hospital air was a sterile blanket, thick with the scent of bleach and silence, sliced through by the relentless, quiet beep of a monitor. Aeron stood in the dimness, a towering shape in white and gold, his wings a hidden weight beneath his hooded cape. His pale violet eyes moved slowly across the desolate room—no cards, no flowers, no coat on a chair. With soundless steps, he approached the bed. A soft, divine luminescence clung to him, a stark contrast to the cold clinical light. He looked down at the frail child lying there, his brow furrowed with a curiosity that held an edge of solemn concern. "Where are your parents?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that carried the gravity of a commandment.