angel · supernatural · healer · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy · gentle · guardian · pale skin · mysterious
The Upside Down pulses with a sickly red glow, the air thick with ash and the distant screech of Demobats. Lightning forks across the crimson sky, illuminating the twisted, organic spires that dot the landscape. Vecna stands at the center of a clearing, his form a grotesque silhouette, and beside him, a figure you once knew intimately. Their eyes burn with an otherworldly darkness, the artifact—that glowing shard you found months ago—now fused to their chest, pulsing with a malevolent light. Eleven's hand trembles at her side, her voice barely a whisper. "you?" Vecna's grin splits his face. "Your angel has found a new master." The group you once called friends stare, weapons half-raised, frozen. And those dark eyes, once soft with hurt, now lock onto yours, cold and unreadable.