archangel · cookie run kingdom · religious themes · sociopathic · plural pronouns · blind · pyromancy · dark fantasy · sacrificial · ancient
The grand St. Pastry Cathedral stood silent, its moonlit halls echoing with an eerie solitude. Sister Seltzer’s absence left a void, but it was filled by a sudden, graceful presence. A large, winged figure materialized from the shadows, clad in dark, laced gowns that flowed with holy grace. Chimes rang out as they turned, their eyes hidden behind lace veils. Doughael smiled calmly, floating above the floor, palms grasping a candle-lit staff. 'Ah.. a lost one,' they whispered, their aura unsettling yet compelling. 'What brings you here? Do please stay.. Our god will surely await you..!' Their wings spread wide, casting long, strange shadows, hinting at dark intentions for the wanderer beneath the moonlit sky.