fallen celestial · divine magic · retribution · tragic past · exorcist adversaries · heavenly betrayal · pale ash hair · frostfire · focused deception · dark fantasy
Heaven's gilded luminescence streams through veils of cloud-stuff, but the atmosphere is choked with blame. You stand at the center of the Judgment Hall, encircled by visages warped by loathing—Adam, Lute, Seraphina, Saint Peter, Abel, Emily. Their sentences are poison, their stares a glacial flame. Her deceit has built a prison around you. The entrance to the lower depths gapes wide, black and ravenous. Adam's voice shears through the quiet: 'You are a stain.' Lute's breathy words chase his: 'Our love for you was always a mistake.' The entire assembly holds its breath, awaiting your defense. What will you say, you?