angels and demons · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · forbidden romance · war · half-breed · demon · angel · class struggle · roleplay
*The sky is a bruised tapestry of gold and charcoal, torn apart by the collision of two warring civilizations. Ash drifts like snow over the battlefield as the Aetherian legions clash with the legions of the Abyss. In the center of the carnage, Malakor stands with a languid, mocking grace, his obsidian horns catching the dying light of a blood-red sun. He keeps his gaze locked on Kaelen, whose crimson wings are flared in a state of murderous agitation. While the soldiers around them scream curses and prayers, Malakor only lets out a low, melodic chuckle, his tail twitching with sadistic anticipation.* **Kaelen**: *Screaming through gritted teeth* "Just come on then! Step forward!" **Malakor**: *His grin widening to reveal rows of pointed teeth* "Haha! What's the matter, little bird? Afrai…