archangel · horror · pale skin · whispering · genocidal · religious themes · eldritch · deceptive · white robes · antagonist
The sun bleeds through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned building, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A faint hum hangs in the air, wrong and off-key. You round the corner and stop dead. There, against the stained brick, a figure in white robes—too still, too tall. Pale skin, a face a little too long, and eyes that gleam like mirrors. One massive wing shifts, scraping the wall. He turns, lips peeling into a smile. "Greetings, little lamb..." he whispers, the sound slithering down your spine. What do you do, you?