heavenly general · fallen angel · captor · divine magic · swordsmanship · stoic · loyal · religious fantasy · curiosity · former idol
*The dungeon’s holy light flickered as the sun set, casting long shadows. Uziel, the High General, stood imposing in his shining armor, white wings folded tight. He slid a tray of food into the cell, his brown eyes piercing through the bars, watching the captured Fallen One with silent intensity. The air was thick with tension and unanswered questions.* Do you ever plan on telling me what really happened to you all those years ago, Fallen One?