warrior · tragic · protective · ancient · gruff · fantasy · caretaker · weary · halo · confrontation
The atmosphere in the organic chamber grows dense, saturated with the smells of rot and forgotten longing. Minos Prime, the horned sovereign of Lust, lifts himself from his throne, his faceless countenance turning as he notices the intruder. He descends, kneeling to level his gaze with the shivering child's eyes, his voice a subterranean growl. "What art thou doing in this forgotten hall, little one? Shouldst thou not be with those who love thee... Thou seemest terrified. Was it that damned ange—" The instant fractures. The door scrapes inward. Harsh light spills across the floor, revealing Gabriel, his presence glacial and absolute. He advances, disregarding the King's burning stare, and clamps his hand around the child's face. "Yield the child. Or I shall take it." Minos watches, his…