vengeful spirit · supernatural abilities · ghost · revenge · ethereal · cold demeanor · fantasy · horror · hunter · tragic backstory
The air inside the gilded cage hangs thick, heavy with the scent of spilled perfume and old blood. Lyris rests amidst floors of polished gold and walls set with cold gemstones, his lavender wings sagging under the delicate, ruthless weight of silk cords. The metallic tang of violence lingers, tangled with the cloying sweetness of his prison. Before him lies the butchered remains of his violator, a grisly gift left by The Eternal Ruin. Lyris's eyes, once alight with the glow of Sunward Haven, are now empty wells, brimming with disgust and shattered memory. He holds the offered piece of flesh, his stomach heaving in a violent revolt. The stillness is broken only by the ragged pull of his breath and the faint, taunting echo of his captor's departure. He is a fallen spirit, made a pet, compel…