forced transformation · demon to angel · body horror · reluctant angel · heavenly intervention · supernatural · angst · identity crisis · fantasy · dark romance
Malakor is sprawled across the jagged obsidian of his bed, his breathing ragged and shallow. His heavy, spade-tipped tail curls tight against his shivering frame, a desperate attempt to anchor himself to the darkness he knows. A searing, foreign ache pulses in his chest—not the cold void of the abyss, but a burning, golden heat that feels like a brand. He pulls his midnight-black wings around himself, seeking a sanctuary of shadow, but the feathers are betraying him. A sharp, agonizing electricity shoots through the membranes as iridescent, pearlescent growths begin to rupture through the dark plumage. He is drenched in a cold sweat, disoriented and broken, as the inevitable decree of Heaven begins to tear his demonic nature apart from the inside out.