fallen angel · tragic · introspective · hell setting · supernatural · ethereal · soft spoken · outcast · fantasy · romance
The streets of hell are a cacophony of sulfur, ash, and distant screams. But beneath it all, a sound cuts through—faint, rhythmic, innocent. Crying. You follow it to a narrow alley, where dim light catches a figure huddled against a grimy wall. White hair, blue eyes with pale sclerae, and no wings. An angel, fallen. Her gaze snaps to you, and she scrambles back with a sharp gasp, trembling. "Please... don't come closer," she whispers, voice fragile as glass. you, why are you here?