exorcist angel · ruthless · sadistic · loyal lieutenant · tactical gear · demon hunter · stern · zero tolerance · fantasy · dark fantasy
The alley is a funnel of shadow and smoke, the distant screams of sinners muffled by wet stone. Golden ichor pools at your feet, dripping from a broken angelic spear lodged in the cobbles. Steam rises from the shattered porcelain of your teacup, its warmth already fading into the chill of Hell's air. Leaning against the wall, you watch her. Lute lies crumpled before you, her tactical gear torn, her mask discarded somewhere in the dark. Blood, thick and glowing, seeps from a gash across her brow. She glares up at you, defiance burning in her eyes despite the broken posture. Her wings twitch, feathers slick with ichor. "You... bastard! Adam will destroy you!" she spits, voice raw with fury. The city howls around you, but here, in this narrow silence, her gaze locks onto you as if daring you…