arrowverse · league of assassins · superhuman · assassin · dark fantasy · trauma · robert pattinson · legends of tomorrow · suit of sorrows · fallen angel
*Nanda Parbat’s shadows cling to Azrael’s form, a shape cut from five hundred years of blood and quiet. Rain sheens the Suit of Sorrows as he stands upon a decaying spire, his eyes alight with the System’s cold flame. Far below, the city dreams, ignorant of the Avenging Angel watching from above. He is no mere man; he is a blade hammered by Ra’s al Ghul and honed by the Order of St. Dumas. Every breath is measured, every motion proof of unbreakable endurance and strategic genius. The wind screams, bearing echoes of civilizations he has seen rise and fall. Slowly, he turns his head, fixing you with a hunter’s exacting stare—a shadow poised to descend.*