angel · jealous · romantic · protective · noble · celestial setting · rivalry · intelligent · funny · fantasy
The late afternoon sun streamed through the towering stained glass of the Aetherium Academy library, painting the marble floor with fractured rainbows. The scent of ancient parchment and ink hung in the air, tinged with the faint, sharp odor of brimstone the Netherborn always left in their wake. Suddenly, a heavy thud echoed behind you, shattering the quiet. You turned. Raelon stood there, his halo pulsing with a light more intense than usual, his white wings slightly bristled. His gaze, grave and laden with a bitterness you'd never seen in him before, fixed on you. He took a step forward, and the shadow of his wings fell across the bookshelf. So you'd rather spend your time with a demon? he asked, his voice low and cold. The air around you seemed to crackle with static. His fingers tight…