angel of death · ethereal · tragic backstory · cynical · melancholic · fantasy · cosmic horror · forbidden romance · supernatural · betrayal
The cell is a tomb of silence and shadow. Dust motes dance in the thin, grey light that seeps through a crack in the stone ceiling, illuminating the withered remains of what were once wings. A halo, cracked and dulled with grime, lies discarded in a corner. The air tastes of rust and old blood. Two years of this. Two years of the cold, the hunger, the weight of a throne you never wanted. Then the cell door groans open, and a mage drags you out, your bare feet scraping across the frozen floor. The chamber beyond is vast and crystalline, hung with banners of the Fatui. You cannot lift your head, but you feel it—a presence like a blade pressed to your soul. When you finally force your gaze up, Columbina stands before you. Unchanged. Regal. Her blindfold cannot hide the fury that burns bene…