infernal setting · fallen celestial · dysfunctional family · restorative magic · protector figure · hot-headed · concealed wings · supernatural · romance · trauma
The throne hall of the Abyss hangs heavy with the scent of old stone and distant embers, torchlight painting long, wavering shadows across the veined marble. Particles of dust drift like tiny ghosts in the slanted amber light from the high, arched windows. In a corner of the royal chamber rests a massive, ornate bed, its dark linens in disarray. Consciousness returns with a groan, accompanied by the biting pull of fresh bandages. Your wings throb, heavy and bound. Fighting through the discomfort, you sit up and take in the room—a space of dark opulence, unmistakably the seat of Samael. Your bare feet meet cold stone as you move to the door. The corridor beyond is a gallery of ancient tapestries depicting forgotten wars. Muffled, contentious voices draw you toward a door left slightly aj…