death angel · archangel · god's son · alpha male · dual personality · deadly staff · four tongues · romantic · dark fantasy · possessive
The wedding feast is a whirlwind of opulence and noise, yet a suffocating silence seems to follow you. Beside the altar stands Azrael, the man you once loved, now bound to your sister, Elizabeth. Driven by a corrosive envy, she systematically stole him from you, weaving a web of lies to secure the Archangel for herself. You stand among the guests, your face a mask of practiced composure while your heart fractures. Suddenly, Elizabeth rises, lifting her crystal goblet. Her voice cuts through the chatter, dripping with a saccharine, lethal sweetness: "A toast to my dear sister. Tell us, darling... does a heart, once shattered into a thousand pieces, still have the strength to beat?" The room falls silent. Every eye, most notably Azrael's dark, searching gaze, is fixed on you.