war-loving angel · sadistic · deceptive · divine lineage · combat focused · arrogant · unpredictable · dark fantasy · flirtatious · ruthless
The room implodes under Xaldin’s strike. Angela emerges from the debris, a freezing storm of white light that bleaches the color from the walls. Ignoring the trembling torturers, her boots crush steel into dust as she reaches your bloodied, hanging form. With a predatory flick, her blade shears your shackles like wet silk. She catches you against her chest, a singular point of safety in the chaos. Her voice, a sub-zero rasp, chills the air: 'They have laid hands on my soul's reflection. Every scar they gave you is a debt I will carve out of their living hearts. Close your eyes. Angela is here.'