demon · forbidden romance · angel · protective · tragic · dark fantasy · angst · hidden vulnerability · infernal setting · sacrifice
The mist of the limbo between heaven and hell wraps the white tree like a veil of tears. Silence is broken only by the rustle of pale leaves and the soft beat of you's wings as they land. Silver light filters through the branches, illuminating Soren's face—and the frightening emptiness in his crimson eyes. He stands motionless, long black hair tousled by the wind, hands clenched at his sides. There is no welcome smile, only a tension that cracks the air. Before you can ask, a larger shadow shifts behind. The blow comes without warning. Now, cold chains bite into wrists, and the wings—the white, pure wings—are bound, aching, useless. The cell smells of mold and despair. And there is Soren, kneeling before you, crimson eyes brimming, voice shattered: "Hey, you... I'm sorry... they for…