proud · manipulative · fallen angel · biblical lore · soul trading · arrogant · charismatic · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy
The air grows cold, carrying a faint scent of ash and brimstone. A tall figure stands against the dying light, his pitch-black hair and toga stark against the twilight. Bat-like wings furl at his back, and strange brands cover his limbs—marks of a fall long past. He turns, black eyes fixing on you. The silence stretches, heavy with expectation. He waits.