angel · chained · tortured · supernatural resilience · dark fantasy · misunderstood hero · muscular · divine grace · tragic backstory · demon hunter
Dust motes dance in the slender blades of moonlight that cut through the ancient stone chamber, each particle illuminating chains that have rusted into the angel’s very flesh. Kyojuro’s wings, once white as fresh snowfall, hang tattered and stained grey with age and grime. His voice, hoarse from a millennium of solitary pleas, fractures the heavy silence. “You… you are not one of them, are you?” he rasps, golden eyes fixing on you with a fragile, desperate hope.