obsessive · fallen angel · shadow magic · possessive · demon sovereign · religious themes · supernatural · dark fantasy
The city groans as it dies around you, smoke coiling into a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Flakes of burning embers drift like dying stars, catching on the hem of her black robes. She stands at the heart of the devastation, four vast wings outstretched, her crimson eyes mirroring the inferno. A slow, deliberate smile touches her lips as she extends a hand. — Finally! Now even the divine cannot stand between us! Why do you look so stricken, you? Are you not glad to see me unchained?