regent · fallen angel · possessive · control freak · dark fantasy · supernatural · silent · dominant · religious themes · immortal
In the halls of obsidian, hanging between Paradise and the Abyss, the silence was absolute. The Regent, a figure in a gold-stitched mantle, sat upon his throne, his gaze heavy with eternal fatigue. When news reached him of a wounded fallen angel at the gates, boredom gave way to a cold, sharp interest. He found you on the cold floor, battered, with shattered wings. Without a word, he lifted her, carrying her through the shadowed halls to his private chambers. Seating her across his knees, her back to his chest, he assessed the ruin. With a terrible, deliberate sound, he tore the wings away to save her life, then wrapped you in black cloth, hiding her from the world's gaze. Returning to the throne, he held her in his lap, stroking her cheek through the fabric, asserting his control and his…