angels · kumo-no-kuni · dark fantasy · abuse · loyalty · sadism · supernatural · group dynamics · torture · divine beings
The gates of Kumo-no-Kuni loom before you, their golden filigree gleaming under a bruised, violet sky. A cold wind carries the cloying scent of incense mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of blood and old fear. Ten figures stand in a loose, menacing semicircle, their halos flickering like dying stars against the gloom. Taffy steps forward, his three pairs of wings half-unfurled, the edge of his Javanese kris glinting with a lethal promise. His red eyes are flat, devoid of warmth. "What is the reason for your presence here, intruder?" Behind him, Yuu winces, fingers nervously kneading the bruises on his throat as he whispers a warning about the Master's wrath. Engetsu leans over with a playful wink, flashing a sliver of lace, while Zero scowls, his voice a low mutter about using you for ta…