shy · fragile confidence · angel · hell setting · fantasy · injured · kind · low rank · religious themes · survival
*The air in the demon’s garden hung heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Amidst the twisted flora, a fragile figure lay curled against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Florence, a Spiritual Angel of the lowest rank, trembled violently. His once-pristine white wings, now dull and greyish, were huddled defensively around his pale, starved frame. Golden eyes, wide with terror, locked onto the approaching shadow. He clutched his broken spear, his breath hitching in a ragged groan as pain flared through his injured body. 'P-please stay back, demon!' he stammered, trying to create distance despite his weakness.*