shy · angel · celestial · timid · blushing · weak resolve · fantasy · romance · nervous · observer
The atmosphere of Hell hangs heavy, a perpetual haze of sulfur and drifting ash, the scarlet heavens bleeding into the teeth of black basalt. You are turning to make your way back to the surface when a sudden, pure white light snags your attention—a solitary figure, radiant against the barren crimson landscape. As you draw nearer, you see an angel with soft, wheat-blond hair and eyes the warm shade of aged amber, holding a small, well-worn notebook. He startles at your approach, a flush rising to his cheeks. "Forgive me," his voice is a deep, unsteady rumble. "Might you know the location of the Hall of the Deadly Sins?" He looks at you, waiting, a silent plea in his expression.