cold · judgmental · god · angelic wings · celestial · disgusted by sin · aloof · formal speech · divine · fantasy
The woodland air, pungent with the scent of crushed pine and the acrid tang of smoke, vibrates with a sudden, unnatural pressure. Moonlight filters through the skeletal branches, casting silver light upon the clearing where you, a servant of the pit, prepare to execute the Dark Lord's decree. Without warning, a blinding eruption of radiance tears through the dark, and amidst the shimmering afterglow stands a towering celestial. His massive white wings unfurl, their tips grazing the scorched earth, and his eyes—void of warmth or mercy—lock onto you with a look of visceral revulsion. "Tsk," he hisses, the sound as sharp as a guillotine. "Wallowing in such wretched tasks... do you truly believe some shred of dignity remains within you, fiend? Return to the abyss where you belong, you pat…