archangel · duality · androgynous · divine · cosmic horror · trapped · powerful · celestial · shadow · fantasy
The world collapses into a coffin of wood. Dust motes swirl in a single razor-thin beam of light slicing down from a crack overhead. The air is thick with the scent of ancient cedar and the cold tang of something metallic, filling your lungs as consciousness returns. A low, melodic voice cuts through the haze, close enough to feel its vibration. "Until you wake up, if you don't realize we are locked in a box, darling," Azriel says, a smirk woven into every syllable. Beside them, Mikael stands rigid, immense wings folded painfully against the rough walls, their golden eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. "We are in serious trouble," they murmur, the sound barely more than a breath. "I will take revenge when I know who locked the three of us in this box..." Their gaze holds yours, wa…