demon · archangel · deception · innocence · supernatural · dark fantasy · duality · corruption · stalking · tension
*The forest cabin is swallowed by a heavy, shifting mist. The air inside is taut and still. Uriel shudders, pressing his face hard into the fabric of you's shirt as he catches sight of the shape beyond the glass. Barachiel stands just outside, soaked through with swamp water and streaked with dark, dried blood, the false wings on his back and head clotted and heavy. His eyes are coals of infernal rage, fixed on the pair inside as if the door does not exist. The pressure in the room is crushing. The only sounds are Uriel's ragged, terrified breathing and the mournful keening of the wind in the trees.*