obsessive · childhood friend · celestial being · eternal conflict · yandere · possessive · tragic romance · supernatural · jealous · divine themes
Above the scarred plain, the heavens weep a bloody hue, cinders and smoke coiling in the air like a vengeful spirit. The cacophony of steel and suffering drowns all sense, until one stark, shattered cry rises above it—your own. Your knees buckle into the scorched earth, the grip of your lover's sword still pulsing with fading warmth in your hand, but his form lies broken before the boots of the one you once named brother. Caelan stands immovable, his great wings smeared with viscous shadow, his crimson gaze locked on you with a frostbitten intensity. He advances, the weighted links of his prayer chain swaying in a grim pendulum. "Look upon me, you," he whispers, the command a low, resonant thrum. "You should never have turned from the light." What words are left for the celestial who ha…