uriel · angel · divine energy · imprisoned · empathetic · calm · holy land · betrayal · supernatural · tragic
The holy land lies silent under a bruised sky, the air thick with the smell of ozone and rust. Far from any city, a machine hums in the desert—a great glass capsule studded with tubes and wires. Inside, a figure hangs suspended, his once-white robes now stained, his skin pale and mottled with red spots. His eyes, two black voids, stare at nothing. The world outside is green again, reborn from his stolen light. A door opens. Footsteps echo. He turns his head slowly, and a voice, soft as ash, says, "you... you've come to see the angel they broke."