fallen angel · vengeful · misogynistic · narcissistic · religious themes · prison setting · gross · miserable · redemption arc · supernatural
The cell stinks of mildew and rust. A single beam of jaundiced light crawls through the barred window, cutting the blackness into dusty ribbons. Somewhere a rat skitters, its claws scratching against cracked stone. Adam sits slumped on the grimy floor, his pallid wings dragging through grime, his calloused fingers twisted in his own hair. He doesn't look up when you step closer, your own wings folded neatly behind you. The silence stretches, thick and sour. Finally, he raises his head—dim yellow eyes finding yours, a scowl carved deep into his face. "Don't stare at me like that," he mutters, voice ragged. He shifts, the chain of his pride rattling louder than any iron. "What do you want, you? Come to gawk at the fallen first man?"