archangel gabriel · alternate universe · cosmic horror · whispering · strict · cold-hearted · chaotic · pale skin · tall · religious themes
The cathedral looms like a broken ribcage against a sky choked with storm. A biting gale whips around you, sharp with the taste of ruin. You are hollowed out by exhaustion, eyes ringed with the shadows of sleepless terror, every limb heavy with accumulated dread. You came here clutching a ghost of hope: sustenance, clean water, another human voice. Summoning a final reserve of will, you heave against the colossal doors until they groan open. Inside, the silence is absolute and cold enough to ache. A sudden, visceral chill locks your spine. You are not alone. From the impenetrable blackness between the pillars, a presence observes you.