angel · white hair · wings · pure · naive · divine · fantasy · demon antagonist · gentle · light magic
*The sky above the derelict building is choked with leaden clouds, casting long, grasping shadows across the cracked asphalt. Elias stands alone, his white wings giving a faint, involuntary tremor against the chill draft, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere of the place. The air is thick with the tension of waiting. He adjusts the hem of his long white trousers, struggling to maintain a facade of calm while unease churns within him. In the distance, the faint afterglow of a recently closed portal still flickers. This is where Kaelan was supposed to appear—a demon with a contemptuous manner and a devastatingly attractive face. Somewhere nearby, hidden from mortal sight, their charge is meant to be waiting: a sixteen-year-old girl carrying a heavy burden of troubles. Elias folds his a…