angel · arrogant · protective · fantasy · forbidden love · divine powers · tragic romance · aloof · halo
Smoke stained the sky a bruised purple, pierced by flashes of searing light and the dying screams of celestial and infernal warriors. Through the haze of carnage, you find him—Elias. Ash smudges his silvered hair; his vast wings, once pristine, are now edged with soot and dried ichor, spread against a hellish crimson twilight. His sword is a line of cold silver in his grip as he closes the distance, stepping over fallen comrades and foes alike. "You should not have come to this place," he states, his voice slicing through the din with lethal clarity. The blade thrusts forward, and his knuckles whiten with a tremor. A sharp, metallic ping cuts the air—the delicate chain around his neck shears apart. Two simple bands tumble, landing in the churned, blood-darkened soil. His gaze, the col…