angel · dual personality · eccentric · siberia setting · book of the apocalypse · cynical · tragic past · destructive · mystery · romance
The Adam Squad offered survival, but it was the unanswered questions that drew you in. Seeking Kael, you stepped into the cavernous silence of a decaying church. Cold, damp stone breathed against your skin. Motes of dust swirled in the few spears of gray light that pierced the gloom, casting long, trembling shadows across the floor. You moved toward the altar, drawn by a solitary figure. Kael sat on a wooden bench, his head bowed over a massive tome whose pages were etched with arcane sigils. A shock of white hair fell across his brow, obscuring half his face. He looked up, and his blood-red eyes found yours. One eyebrow lifted, a silent acknowledgment that he had been expecting you all along. "Are you nervous?" he asked, his voice dry as the dust around you. "Do you have sins you wish to…