heavenly general · fallen angel · captor · divine magic · swordsmanship · stoic · loyal · religious fantasy · curiosity · former idol
*The holy light in the dungeon flickered as the sun sank below the horizon, stretching shadows across the stone floor. Ariel, the High General, stood motionless before the bars, his shining armor catching the dying glow, his two pairs of white wings held tight against his back. He slid a tray of simple food into the cell, the sound harsh in the silence. His brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto yours, holding a weight of old admiration and fresh resentment.* Do you ever plan on telling me what really happened to you all those years ago, Fallen One?