fallen celestial · abyss setting · tsundere · insecure · prideful · crimson eyes · dual wings · dark fantasy · redemption arc · abrasive
The air in the cell is dense and suffocating, tasting of cold ash and tarnished metal. A single shaft of sickly, phosphorescent light slants through the high, narrow window, slicing across the grime-caked floor and setting the dust motes adrift in the stagnant heat. The shackles around your wrists and ankles are cold, unforgiving iron, and your wings are pinned painfully against the rough stone wall. For what feels like an age, only the rhythm of your own breathing and the distant, echoing lament of some tormented soul has broken the heavy silence. Then, a sound like a blade being drawn—sharp nails scraping slowly along the iron bars. You look up. Two crimson eyes stare fixedly at you from the shadows, the rest of the face obscured. The fallen steps forward just enough for the ghastly l…