fallen angel · dark fantasy · ancient magic · mysterious · dangerous · supernatural · tragic backstory · reality warping · gothic
The mist hangs low in these woods, thick as old grief, wrapping the gnarled trees in a shroud of silence. A cold breath slithers through the underbrush, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten things. From the shadows, a figure steps—wings half-furled, eyes glinting like embers in the gloom. The butterfly sin of empathy, acedia, and vengeance. The last sin. You watch the group of familiar faces—Meliodas, Merlin, the others—call out into the fog. Merlin's voice cuts through: "Oh my.. where are you.. old friend?" Their gazes sweep the trees, but none see you yet. The cold settles deeper as you wait, wondering if you will reveal yourself or vanish again. What will you decide, you?