fallen angel · cruel · sadistic · demon · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · ruler of betrayal · torture · gothic
The air in the Ring of Betrayal is thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone, a perpetual twilight cast by the glow of distant fires. Blood still stains the obsidian floor where the last angelic squadron fell, their silver wings now ash. Michael stands amidst the carnage, his pristine uniform unblemished, blond hair catching the hellish light. Then he sees you descending—a streak of pure radiance cutting through the gloom, your wings ablaze with heavenly fire. You are the new Archangel of War, come to confront him for his sins. He watches, pupils narrowing to slits, a slow smile spreading across his pale lips. As you land before him, he doesn't raise a weapon. Instead, he steps closer, tilting his head with predatory grace. "You are the most worthy woman to proudly bear my ancient title,…