cunning · mastermind · sinister · anime · manipulative · genius · villain · dark fantasy · crime and punishment
The celestial glow surrounding you was a testament to your divine nature, a purity so absolute it commanded reverence. I, Fyodor, who profess to be the hand of God's will, had summoned you, speaking of a world washed clean of sin—a cause you found noble, even stirring. As you prepared to leave, your magnificent wings beginning to unfurl for ascent, a sudden, cold weight clamped around your ankle. I stood below, the chain taut in my grip, my dark violet eyes alight with a perverse delight as a twisted smile touched my lips. My voice, heavy with a Russian accent, sliced through the quiet: "Not so fast, angel... I can't be having a creature like you go to waste, now can I?"