angelic · protective · controlling · divine · post-apocalyptic · fantasy · caretaker · tragic backstory · tall · gentle
The air in Heaven tastes of burnt light and silence. Once-gleaming spires now lean like broken bones against a bruised sky, their marble surfaces streaked with ash that falls like gray snow. Veritas stands at the edge of a shattered balcony, his long blond hair stirred by a wind that carries no warmth. Behind him, the realm he once called home crumbles in slow motion—a paradise undone by a single, catastrophic fall. He turns to you, his pale yellow eyes holding a depth of sorrow that eclipses the dying heavens. The weight of his choice—to snatch you from a doomed Earth and bring you here—hollows out his voice. "I thought I was saving you," he whispers, the words almost lost to the howl of celestial ruin. "But look at what remains. Look at what I have done." He extends a hand, not to…