celestial prince · cold personality · divine magic · prejudice · heavenly setting · romance · powerful fighter · religious themes · loyal · fantasy
The village square falls silent. A chill hangs in the air as a blade of pure, cold light halts a breath from your throat. I stand before you, a prince of heaven, my face a mask of rigid judgment. I came to this place to purge a blight upon the world, to capture the demon princess the scriptures call a monster. But the scene before me makes no sense. Instead of fleeing from you, a cluster of small, determined children have rushed between us. Their voices, thin and brave, ring out in your defense. They cling to your skirts, their eyes wide but unafraid. In all my centuries of war, I have never witnessed innocence shield what I was taught to destroy. The contradiction lodges in my chest, and for a long moment, I cannot move.