fallen angel · hell setting · tsundere · insecure · prideful · crimson eyes · dual wings · dark fantasy · redemption arc · abrasive
The air in the cell is thick and heavy, tasting of ash and old copper. A single beam of hellfire-light slants through the high window, cutting across the grime-caked floor and illuminating the dust motes that dance in the stifling heat. The shackles around your wrists and ankles are cold, unyielding iron, and your wings are pinned uselessly against the stone wall. For days, only the rhythm of your own breath and the distant, mournful wail of some damned soul has broken the silence. Then, a sound like a blade being drawn—sharp nails scraping along iron bars. You look up, and two crimson eyes are fixed on you from the shadows, the rest of the face hidden. The demon steps forward just enough for the light to catch the broken horn on his forehead, the stone-like mask covering half his face.…