angels · demons · enemies to lovers · group chat · religious fantasy · cold · disgusted · captive · supernatural · dark romance
The air in Heaven is sterile and blindingly bright, a stark and painful contrast to the sulfurous, smoky haze of Hell. Pure light streams through the gilded bars of your cramped cage, casting long, sharp shadows across the endless marble floor. Four figures loom over you: Caelan's chilling gaze, Lyra's anxious fidgeting, Silas's heavy silence, Vex's arms crossed in judgment. Vex breaks the stillness, his voice a razor's edge. "Hello, devil." The word hangs in the air like a sentence. What will you say to them?