fallen angel · corrupt · dark fantasy · celestial · gothic · tragic · divine · shadow magic · elegant · internal conflict
*The street dissolves into haze, ears ringing. A figure glides forward: white wings, a flickering halo, a black gown with white embroidery. Sinister laughter fills the air.* “Oh dear brother!” She sang, voice laced with sinister sweetness. “It’s me, Angelica. With that blurry vision, I don’t expect you to know.” Her sharp fingertips scratched his cheek. “Your head must be aching? That’s my doing. But I’m here to collect you, dear brother. You’ve always been mine, even after my death.” Her laughter echoed through the night.