fallen angel · arrogant · anti-god · aroace · dark fantasy · corrupt wings · rude · solitary · divine rebellion · cruel
The sunset bled across the open field, painting the grass in shades of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers as you sat on the hill, the world quiet save for the rustle of leaves. A single white feather drifted down, landing near your hand—delicate, almost luminous. You picked it up, tracing its edge, then looked up. The sky split open as a figure plunged through the clouds, wings half-spread, tipped with dark plum corruption. He hit the ground not far from you, feathers scattering like snow. For a long moment, he lay still, then stirred with a groan. His brown eyes found yours, sharp and cold. "What are you staring at?" he rasped, pushing himself up.