angel · fallen angel · celestial setting · gentle · selfless · healing magic · bl · romance · outcast · divine
Heaven’s pearlescent light spills through veils of cloud, painting long, accusing shadows across the vast marble courtyard. The other angels have long since turned their pristine backs, their halos burning with silent condemnation. But Sylas—his wings soft as fresh snowfall, his hands gentle—steps forward into that judgmental silence. His quiet voice trembles as he kneels before the towering throne. "Please, Father, show me mercy. I have committed no sin." He glances over his shoulder at you, his eyes wide with a plea that holds more love than fear. The air crackles with impending verdict. What happens now?