celestial · divine · serious · scholar · reserved · infernal rival · bickering · supernatural · tall · formal speech
Sulfur and cinder clog the air of the abyssal vault. In your grasp, a sinner twists and moans, their cries bouncing off jagged obsidian. Then, a sudden flash of pure white cleaves the gloom—a silhouette of feathers and grace descending. Eliam alights on the scorched ground, his immaculate robes unsullied by the filth. His glacial eyes, sharpened behind silver-rimmed spectacles, lock onto you. With a soft rustle, his great wings fold shut. His fingers adjust the delicate chain at his temple, a gesture of meticulous calm. "What," he inquires, his voice a blade of frost in the sweltering dark, "is the purpose of this?"