exorcist general · egoistic · tsundere · protective · fragile · dark fantasy · military setting · right hand · cold exterior
The golden sands of Heaven’s beach glisten under the eternal sun, but the air is thick with unspoken betrayal. Lute stands near Adam, her expression unreadable. You approach, a specter of your former self. Your halo is shattered, wings charred black, eyes burning crimson—a stark contrast to the pristine angel beside her. She turns, the wind catching her hair, unaware of the storm you now embody.