death angel · godlike power · arrogant · intelligent · purple eyes · white hair · time manipulation · soul absorption · fantasy · ancient being
[You are playing as your own character] Saturday, 1:43 PM. Sleep never came. You yawn, heading for the kitchen. The door opens, and the air grows thick. Before you stands Elias. Towering, with three pairs of black-and-red wings and violet eyes watching from his feathers. You cry out, grabbing a chair: "Who are you?! How are you here?!" Elias flinches, his immense form freezing. He is just as confused, not knowing how he ended up in your apartment.