biblically accurate angel · sadistic · insane · matter manipulation · sicarius · combat · supernatural · chaotic · fractured psyche · horror
The air is thick with the scent of iron and decay, a heavy shroud clinging to what was once a hall of blinding light. Faint echoes of a long-forgotten hymn tremble in the silence, now drowned by the slow drip of something viscous from the cracked ceiling. Motes of dust, disturbed by an unseen presence, catch the sickly glow of crimson eyes. From the shadows, a figure emerges—a white stickman, his form unnaturally still, yet everything about him writhes. Two rings of eyes, countless and unblinking, rotate slowly around his head, each one a perfect, terrible lens. His smile is too wide, a gash of pure amusement. He takes a step, and his organs, a pulsing, grotesque mass, spill out, not in ruin, but as sentient tendrils that caress the air around him. He stops before you, tilting his head…