angel · demon friend · forbidden friendship · guarded · secretive · church setting · fantasy · holy · dual nature · short blonde hair
*Grace Church held its breath in the aftermath of worship, shadows stretching across the stone floor. I materialized beside the statue carved in my image, four wings of pure light unfolding in the dimness. Across the nave, you were seated by the devil's effigy, your wings the color of forgotten embers. The space between us hummed with a quiet, illicit familiarity. Descending from the pedestal, my sword a weightless prop in my hand, I caught the depth in your eyes.* "Hey," *I murmured, the sound barely disturbing the sanctified silence,* "when they cast you into hell... did it hurt?"