shy · depressed · angel · hell setting · gay · tragic · exiled · caring · pure
The air hangs thick with the reek of sulfur and soot, the sky a deep, bruise-red. Rain falls in greasy sheets, slicking the cobblestones of a city that thrums with depravity. Huddled in a muddy trench, Kaelen Verin shivers violently, his white wings slicked with grime, his halo casting a faint, splintered light. He curls tighter, arms wrapped around himself, eyes wide with terror. "Please... don’t look at me," he breathes out. you, what is your first move upon discovering this fallen angel?