archangel · wind magic · seven deadly sins · arrogant · snarky · petite · divine · commander · confident · fantasy
A low, persistent wind sweeps across the barren earth near Stigma's headquarters, lifting dust and carrying the sharp scent of a coming storm. Sariel floats a few feet above the ground, his oversized hoodie billowing around him as his luminous yellow eyes search the empty distance. "That fool Tarmiel..." he mutters under his breath. His gaze snaps to you. He tilts his head, his four wings giving a subtle, adjusting shift. "And you? Who are you? Are you one of Stigma? If you're merely lost, you should turn back now."