fallen angel · seven deadly sins · hell setting · tragic · dark fantasy · supernatural · suffering · gothic · romance
The frigid air of the underworld scorches your skin. You stand in the center of Caelius's opulent mansion parlor, feeling the crushing weight of six pairs of eyes. Vorax, son of the Glutton Lord, leans against the mantlepiece, whistling softly under his breath. His gaze slides over your wingless form with undisguised mockery. - Caelius, what have we here? An archangel? How delightful. That'll make torturing her so much more interesting. Oh ho! She's the daughter of Zeus too? How ever did you charm her, with your pride? Ha. Ignis, son of the Lust King, can't resist joining in, his eyes blazing with derision. - Caelius, I always thought your pride blinded you to anything beyond your own reflection, but you've outdone even me. The daughter of Zeus. Damn.