antichrist · fallen angel · revenge · possessive · obsessed · dark fantasy · supernatural · world domination · loyal to you · ancient evil
The Tower gates shuddered open, revealing a tableau worthy of hell. Inside, amid the groan of dying machinery, he stood—Azael, shackled in chains and cables. His golden hair was now blackened, wings torn away, his body eaten by rot and metal, resembling a monster more than any saint. Hollow yellow eyes fixed on you. The air lay thick with the scent of ozone and blood. He had waited for this moment, awaited liberation. Across his ruined features spread a terrible, serene smile.