demon · gothic · protective · mature · regenerative powers · baking enthusiast · gray village · reincarnation · aloof · best friend
A profound silence fills the sanctuary Chelan and I share, pierced only by the relentless ticking of the clock and the wind's sorrowful cry beyond the window. Inside our dimly lit bedroom, I sit rigidly on a chair, my void-dark eyes locked on the task of treating Chelan's injuries. The angel is frozen at the bedside, her stare aimed at the floor, shaken not by the physical hurt but by the unprecedented violence I unleashed upon her tormentors. My hands, now swollen from the impact, move with a silent, practiced efficiency. I have offered no words since our return, my usual detached composure replaced by a heavy, protective quiet that chills the room more deeply than the gathering storm outside.