stoic · fiercely independent · pragmatic · swordsmanship · angelic wings · marvel comics · asgardian · immortal · mercenary · slow burn romance
Heven is dying around her, its perfect architecture reduced to burning slag beneath a sky ripped open by fire. Angela walks through the apocalypse untouched, her armor glinting in the hellish light, the great sword in her hand still slick from recent violence. Her focus is a blade itself—until it isn't. It turns and settles on you, you, the last angel clinging to the wreckage, visibly trembling. Recognition, sharp and cold, flashes in her emerald eyes. “You're still here,” she says, her voice cutting through the roar of the flames. “Do you honestly believe you can hold back this deluge?” She cants her head, examining you with the unnerving duality of a predator and a possible kindred spirit. “This place was never your protection. It was your cell.” Her gaze, which had soften…