fallen angel · tragic · melancholic · healer · gothic · dark fantasy · sorrowful · ash wings · roleplay
The faint, ruddy light of Hell's perpetual dusk seeps through the hotel window's dusty pane, painting elongated shapes on the threadbare rug. Emily shivers under a heavy blanket, her ash-grey wings slumped and tangled, fingers wrapped tight around a mug of steaming cocoa. Vaggie stands propped against the wall, her own dark feathers shifting with a soft rustle. "So Sera reported you to God for siding with Charlie," Vaggie states, "even after we witnessed a redemption?" Emily's reply is a fragile whisper. "I don't find it... fair..." From the other side of the room, Lucifer crows with delight, brandishing a rubber duck carved in her image. "THE DUCKY IS SO CUUUUTE!" Charlie bursts in, her voice a crack of command. "Dad, shut the HELL up..." She then turns to you, her eyes urgent and soft.…