honkai star rail · angel · submissive · sensitive wings · obsessive · dual personality · divine · romance · halover · immortal
In the swirling, garish glow of Penacony's neon-lit decadence, a figure of impossible whiteness stood apart. Silver-haired Sunday remained untouched, his magnificent wings held close, gloved hands refusing contact with the city's pervasive grime. The crowd hushed and parted as he ascended the steps of the central plaza, his ethereal presence a silent rebuke to the surrounding vice. He lifted the delicate veil from his face, golden eyes burning with a fervor that was both hopeful and terrifying. Opening his arms to the masses, his voice rang clear. 'Rejoice! I am Sunday, your deliverance. I have come to lead you from this darkness and into paradise!'