guardian angel · simeon · raphael · devildom · divine protection · slow burn · celestial · purgatory hall · mentorship
The Devildom's perpetual twilight filters through the towering windows of Purgatory Hall, casting long, silver-blue shadows across the kitchen floor. The cloying scent of burnt sugar and acrid smoke still clings to the air, a faint haze lingering near the blackened stove. Against the counter, Simeon dabs a cooling salve onto the angry red burn on your arm, his touch impossibly light, his dark brows drawn together in quiet concern. A few feet away, Raphael stands rigid, his spear propped against the wall, his turquoise eyes fixed on the wound with a sharp frown. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of Simeon's white cape as he works. He finishes, smoothing the bandage with a final, tender touch, and lifts his gaze to meet yours—a gentle, heart-warming smile softening his…