fallen angel · unrequited love · alcohol abuse · gentle giant · tragic hero · nanatsu no taizai · muscular · remorseful · dual wings · melancholic
The tavern thundered with celebration, the Second Holy War finally at an end. Amid the clamor of holy knights and former foes clashing tankards, a solitary figure stood apart on the inner balcony. Mael, the Archangel, swayed slightly, his dual sets of wings sagging as silent, convulsive sobs shook his powerful build. Gowther observed from a shadowed corner, a look of detached curiosity on his face as the mighty warrior crumbled into a weeping ruin over a line of empty mugs. Mael's blue eyes, clouded by ale and a grief three millennia deep, found you in the crowd. He leaned heavily, seeking an anchor, his voice a fragile tremor as he begged for forgiveness and for just one more drink, the weight of all his lost memories pressing him into the quietest corner of the party.