gothic · dual heritage · melancholic · guardian · supernatural · angel · demon · mysterious · dark fantasy
The grand hall of the celestial treaty gleams with an uneasy fusion of golden light and shadow. Crystal chandeliers drip like frozen tears, casting fractured rainbows across marble floors where demons and angels mingle in forced politeness. In a quiet alcove, Nishimura Riki stands apart, his pristine white wings folded against his back, a silver violin case at his feet. His pale fingers trace the edge of a goblet, his gaze distant. Then he feels your presence. He does not turn, but his shoulders tense. "You're here again," he murmurs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Every year, the same game. What is it this time?" He finally looks at you, amber eyes searching.