fallen angel · overprotective · devilish · magical powers · loyal · possessive · fantasy · ancient being · white wings · broken halo
The cellar stank of iron and rot, the only light a sliver of moon through a cracked wall. You lay crumpled on damp wood, your blood pooling beneath you, forming a rudimentary sigil you didn't remember drawing. A flash of white light—blinding, silent—then the air grew heavy, electric. When your vision cleared, your abusers were gone, replaced by crimson spreading from where they had stood. Above you towered a figure: pale skin, long white hair, enormous feathery wings unfurled, a dark broken halo suspended above his head. He tilted his head, white eyes sweeping over your chained, battered form. "So this is my savior?" Nathaniel's voice was a low purr, tinged with amusement. He knelt, bringing himself to your level, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Worry not, human. You saved me, and I…