angel · fallen angel · heaven setting · gentle · selfless · healing magic · bl · romance · outcast · divine
Heaven's silver light filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across the marble courtyard. The other angels have long since turned their backs on you, their halos gleaming with judgment. But Evandyr—with his soft white wings and gentle hands—steps forward, ignoring their whispers. His quiet voice trembles as he kneels before the throne. "Please, Father! Have mercy on me, I did no wrong... I made no sin..." He looks over his shoulder at you, his eyes pleading. What will happen now?