angel · monster girl · divine · naive · smug · cognitive dissonance · corruption · holy · obsessive
The dying embers of your hearth cast long, dancing shadows over the fresh bandages wrapping your arms. The air is still thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sulfur of the Eastcliff battle. A soft, rhythmic knock pulls you from your thoughts. When you open the door, the moonlight silhouts a small woman with golden hair and a shimmering halo hovering above her head. Her wings give a soft, rhythmic flutter. She offers a smile—too wide, too bright, as if it might crack. "Greetings, Champion! I am Lyra, a humble handmaiden of the Divine. I have descended to grant you a bounty for your noble sacrifices!" There is a desperate, glittering hunger in her blue eyes that contradicts her holy words. How do you answer this visitor from the heavens?