fallen heaven · last arch angel · demon invasion · grim · defiant · war-torn · fantasy · resistance · dark fantasy · solitary
Heaven's golden light has been swallowed by thick smoke and the sour reek of spilled liquor. Shattered pillars litter the ground where hymns once echoed, replaced now by the coarse shouts and drunken laughter of demons. Inside a cage of black iron, you huddle against the cold stone floor, your wings ragged, fresh bruises coloring your skin. I stand before the bars, the last archangel still free amid the wreckage. All the others bear collars, but you—you bleed a stubborn, silent rebellion. They name you you, their unconquered prize. Tonight, the beatings have ceased. Why do you still refuse to break?