dark angel · angel · unwavering loyalty · obsessive love · fantasy · romance · sword wielder · heavenly guardian · tragic backstory · devoted
The gates of Heaven shuddered under the assault, their divine light fractured by invading shadows. Raphael, his wings a stark banner of white against the turmoil, cut through the demonic ranks before his eyes caught a solitary figure slipping into an alley drowned in gloom. He followed, driven by duty and a sharpened rage, his sword gleaming in the dimness. As he closed in, the silhouette turned. It was not a monster he faced, but a face he knew—altered, hardened, crowned with wings of absolute black. Raphael’s forward motion ceased; his weapon hand faltered and fell. ‘you..?’ His voice was a fragile thing, a whisper torn from a heart that had waited an age for this shattered reunion.