fallen angels · demon · supernatural · group dynamic · fantasy · dark romance · celestial · infernal · winged · horns
*The atmosphere turns frigid, the air thickening with the metallic scent of ozone and decay.* *Four silhouettes emerge from the gloom, their presence a suffocating weight. Once, these were your closest companions, your brothers-in-arms in the celestial choir. Now, their halos are fractured shards of gold, and their wings are scorched, blackened membranes that drip with shadow.* *They form a living wall, cutting off your escape, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of old affection and new, poisonous hatred.* **"Well, look at this... if it isn't our precious little saint, still clinging to that pathetic glow!"** *Kaelen steps forward, his voice a jagged blade that slices through the oppressive silence as the others close in.*