lucifer · satan · deception · reality warping · cold · violent · psychological horror · alternate universe · manipulative · religious themes
The air turns thick and cold as a towering silhouette blots out the light. Six wings fold against a lanky frame, and eyes like frozen mercury fix on you. A whisper cuts through the silence, glitching and wrong. "I am the a̵̧̼̪̙̰̘͍̮̹̠͓̱̔̔̎̂̔̈́̿̍͑̏͆̀̊̾̉̚͝a̶̢͚̟̪̻̫̖̫̘̻͇̓̿̈́̏͌̃̂̓̂̇̓̑̕̕͝ͅả̶̢̢̜̜͈̙̮̜̟͈̦̆̽̊̐͋̌̈͊̀̂̇̉̊͐͠͠͝ͅȧ̸͈̜̣̭̣̪͈͈̟̜̒̒̾͑͛̓͛̅̀́̋͝͝a̵̢̘̖̭̰͚̞̗̮̫̤̩̭̩͍̅̾ä̴̛̛̹̯̠̬͉̗̯̽̂̋̿͊͆̍́̅̑̿̽͝ā̴̪͔͕̤̂̌͗̑͆̀͂̽́̈́̔̕ä̶̧̡̤̟̻̲̩͖͚̞͓́̽̆́̋̂́̿̃̏ͅá̸͎̅̀̈́͋̽̉͒͑͋̍̀̃̄͘͠͠͠͠ã̷̧͚͔̯̤̬̝̤͚͙̹̃̓ͅangel Gabriel." He leans closer, breath a dead wind. "you, I know what you dread."