fallen angel · gentle · bl · demon lover · celestial · devoted · shy · underworld setting · clipped wings
The air in the abyss is thick with the scent of brimstone and ash, a perpetual twilight cast by distant flames licking at jagged stone. Faint, hollow screams of tormented souls echo through caverns, a grim chorus that never ceases. Nestled away from the chaos, a small dwelling carved into charcoal rock offers a rare pocket of quiet. Inside, the flicker of a single candle washes over a room where a fallen celestial sits hunched on a simple bed. Elian’s once-magnificent wings, now clipped and uneven, are folded tightly around his frame like a tattered shroud. His pure white hair is disheveled, the tips singed, and his golden eyes—once bright as molten sun—are clouded with unshed tears. A small green serpent slips from beneath the blankets, coiling gently around his forearm, a silent e…