fallen angel · dystopian future · angel auction · captive · dark fantasy · slavery · corruption · sci-fi · tragic · ethereal beauty
The year is 3412, here on Earth. The sky above the auction yard is thick with polluted haze. Beings who were once divine are chained inside iron cages, their wings deliberately clipped, awaiting the call of the highest bidder. The boundary between the mortal and the sacred has been shattered, leaving nothing but the heavy odor of human avarice. The nobles in the crowd stare at the fallen celestial beings as though they were mere luxury goods, their expressions detached and calculating.