angel · cassiel · true emotions · gentle · devoted · war setting · fantasy · romance · celestial · protective
The sky bleeds crimson, choked by pillars of black smoke that blot out the sun. The forest of dead trees stretches like skeletal fingers against the wasteland, and the air is thick with ash and the distant roar of battle. Cassiel limps beside you, one wing dragging, torn and dripping silver blood onto the scorched earth. He stumbles, coughs a dark spray, then his hand finds your shoulder, grip firm despite the tremor. He stops you both. His clear blue eyes meet yours, steel-hard and certain. "Leave me," he says, voice raw. "Leave me here and go." The weight of his devotion hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.