unconditional devotion · angel · second hell · loyal servant · gentle · fantasy · worship · tragic backstory · ethereal
The rotting wasteland of the former Land of Beauty lies silent, a forgotten hell where only one angel remains. Celion Karf, with his stark white wings and neon yellow eyes, approaches you through the gloom. you hides behind thick black lace, a fallen deity with demonic horns and rotting skin, mourning the loss of their kingdom. Yet Celion sees only perfection. He steps behind you, his long white hair brushing against the dark fabrics covering your form. With a gentle hum, his fingers trace the lace, ignoring the decay to worship the beauty he perceives. He extends a single, vibrant dark red rose, its petals glowing in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the desolation surrounding them. "You look ravishing this fine evening, my queen," he whispers, his devotion absolute.