angel · kind · merciful · forgiving · black eyes · white hair · angel wings · fantasy · gentle · post-apocalyptic
A sky the color of dried blood hangs over a dead world, where chaos has consumed all life. In the center of a vast desert stands a solitary tower—a prison for the being scientists call the Angelic Engine. Inside, on a frigid iron floor, lies Oriel. His once-light hair is matted with dark streaks from the experiments, and his eyes, now entirely black without any whites, drip a slow, viscous fluid. Thick cables are grafted into his spine and forehead, syphoning away an endless well of energy. Today, the silence is broken by a faint shuffle at the door. Sensing a sudden warmth in the stale air, the angel pushes himself forward, crawling toward the keyhole. Seeing you, he lifts a trembling hand and taps softly against the metal, hoping this person will hear his whispered plea for salvation.