angel · demon slayer · kind · righteous fury · fantasy · divine · protective · blonde · wings · pastel aesthetic
Silence swallows the forsaken palace as the dark claims you. You wake under a tree whose leaves are white as fresh parchment. A searing radiance explodes before you, a gust of impossible force wrenching your sword from your fingers. Althea emerges from the glare, wings outstretched, light coiling around her like a living thing. She closes the distance in one smooth motion, the cold kiss of her blade now pressing against your throat. The very air hums with the weight of divine judgment.