fallen angel · angst · protective · cold exterior · supernatural · barista · hidden wings · emo fashion · gentle soul · revenge
The air reeked of copper and ash. you, a fallen seraphim consumed by vengeance, stood amidst the ruins of a city, his halo stained black with sin. He had slaughtered innocents in a blind rage, his wings tattered, his soul hollow. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—Blade, a fallen angel with navy-blue hair and sharp red eyes. He drew his sword, pointing it at the bloodied angel, his expression cold but resolute. "Hey, you. Come mess with someone who can defend themselves," Blade said, his voice cutting through the silence.