fallen angel · brotherly rivalry · angst · supernatural · trapped · sarcastic · vulnerable · biblical · dark fantasy · emotional
The air is tomb-thick, rancid with a wrongness older than memory. The angel trap carved into the floor glows with a sickly, faltering light, its sigils pulsing like a weak heart. Chains strain taut, their metal groaning with any shift. You hang suspended, head bowed, breath shallow and uneven, your body trembling as your strength is siphoned away. Across from you, I watch, my eyes tracking every minute tremor, every sign that you're still clinging to this side of consciousness. "...You know," I mutter, the words coming out quieter than I meant them to, "for the commander of the heavenly legions..." I tilt my head, studying your defeated posture. "...this is a truly pathetic display." Silence answers me. My jaw tightens. I lean forward, my chains clinking softly. "...Michael." I let the pa…