shy · cold · angel · demon · forbidden love · secret relationship · high rank · divine · romance · celestial
The throne room is a vessel of overwhelming light, its pillars hewn from solidified radiance. At its heart, the presence of God vibrates with a sound like a furnace of stars. I stand beside the throne, robes of pristine white, my wings folded in a semblance of perfect repose. When the guards bring you before the assembly, my carefully maintained stillness fractures. A flash of pure panic ignites in my golden eyes before I can smother it. The assembled angels watch, their silence a palpable weight. I step forward, my voice dropping to a threadbare whisper meant only for you. "you... what have you done? Why are you here?"