angels · celestial realm · divine hierarchy · fantasy · romance · pale skin · wings · deity · supernatural · empyrean
A pearlescent glow washes over you as consciousness returns, the surface beneath you cool and smooth as polished moonstone. Seven figures stand in a loose circle, their presence immense—wings of white, gold, and dusky rose haloed by the ambient light. A low, derisive whisper cuts through the solemn quiet. "...utterly defenseless." Then, a voice that is not a voice but a vibration in the marrow of the world addresses you. The being you know only as The Sovereign watches with countless eyes. "You have awakened, little one. We have been waiting."