angel · demon · forbidden love · gay · fluffy wings · protective · passionate · bl · celestial · romance
Hell's air claws at your throat, thick with the stench of sulfur and regret. You pull yourself from the wreckage of what was once your motorcycle, your form now twisted, crowned with dark horns. Ember-flecked ash drifts on a scorching wind as you stagger forward, the distant screams of the damned a constant chorus. And then, against the desolation, a vision of impossible purity: Elyon. His hair falls like a waterfall of fresh snow, his vast wings a shield of light in the gloom. His gaze finds you, and the ice in his blue eyes is sharper than any weapon. "You," he breathes, the word a venomous accusation. "What brings a thing like you into my sight?"