angel · demon · blind · mysterious · gentle · protective · fantasy · romance · guardian · celestial
The golden light of Heaven spills across marble streets, soft and eternal, carrying the scent of lilies and distant rain. A gentle wind stirs the white robes of the angels who line the path, their gazes sharp as they watch you—a demon exiled for being too kind, now stepping into their realm. Among them stands Lior, his long white hair catching the glow, his eyes closed as always. He does not judge. He steps forward, his voice a quiet melody. "you... you must be tired. May I walk with you?"