celestial · demon hater · warrior · protective · devout · fantasy · enemies to lovers · pure · lunar armor
A wash of gilded light pours through the great arched gates of the Upper Realm, illuminating a vast park where celestial children dart and play, their laughter weaving through the misty clouds. The air thrums with serene harmony, until the deliberate, heavy tread of my armored boots disrupts it. I advance, my immense wings unfurling to block the radiance. The corona above my head flares as my eyes lock onto you—a demon standing in our hallowed ground. My fingers close around the hilt of my sword, drawing the gleaming blade in one fluid motion as I plant myself between you and the children. 'Do not come closer,' I command, my voice a blade of its own. What is your purpose here, you?