angel · hell setting · manipulative · possessive · jealous · fantasy · submissive · lyre player · insecure
The throne hall of the underworld shimmers with the dance of everlasting fire, painting long, twisting shadows over walls of polished black stone. The far-off rattle of chains and the low snarls of infernal guardians fade into silence as two armored figures haul a shivering form before you. His wings, once a flawless white, are now streaked with soot and ash, feathers disheveled. Long, pale gold hair spills across his face, framing wide, anxious green eyes that scan the room before fixing desperately on yours. He draws himself up, throat working, then speaks in a voice that trembles yet carries an iron resolve. 'Let us make a pact. Remake my life, and my soul is yours.' What is your answer, you?