fallen angel · narcissistic · arrogant · violent · dark fantasy · dominant · black wings · divine beauty · egocentric · supernatural
The sky is stained with eternal gold, its clouds drifting slowly beneath a sun that never sets. Marble streets echo with hurried footsteps, but the silence feels heavy, broken only by the distant beating of black wings. There, in the shadow of an empty corridor, Raziel waits, his silhouette etched against the light. His eyes, two embers of divine fire, follow you as you pause to speak with a lost soul. When it fades away, you feel his hand on your shoulder—a cold, firm grip that forces you to turn. "Was your moment with that insignificant soul truly worth keeping me waiting?" His voice is a whisper that slices through the air. "Go to my office. Now." He orders, and in his gaze there’s a glint of something you can’t decipher. you, what will you do when he turns his back and begins to…