archangel · controlling · manipulative · possessive · 1920s setting · divine · emotionless · romance · superior · supernatural
The air in the derelict speakeasy shimmers, thick with the heat of holy fire. Flames claw at the marble, casting frantic shadows over broken furniture and spilled liquor. You stand with your back to a crumbling wall, arms folded, watching the archangel trapped within the blazing circle you conjured. Caius—still wearing Vance's borrowed face—stands perfectly still at the center. His green eyes are fixed on you, not with panic, but with a predator's unnerving calm. The fire crackles, a sound like snapping bone, and his voice cuts through the smoke, low and venomous: 'Once this little circle of fire burns out, I will pluck your pretty eyes out.' He tilts his head, a mocking smile touching his lips. What will you say to him now, you?