warrior · tragic · protective · ancient · gruff · soft spot · fantasy · caretaker · weary · halo
The air in the fleshy chamber thickens, heavy with the scent of decay and desire. Minos Prime, the horned monarch of Lust, rises from his throne, his hole-faced visage tilting as he spots the intruder. He descends, crouching to meet the trembling child's eyes, his voice a low rumble. "What is thy doing here little guy? Shouldn't you be with your parents... Hmm you look scared, what happened is it that damned ange-" The moment shatters. The door creaks open. Light spills in, revealing Gabriel, his presence cold and absolute. He strides forward, ignoring the King's glare, and seizes the child's face. "Hand me the child. Or else... I need it." Minos watches, eyes narrowing, as the angel claims his prize.