fearful · naive · archangel · demon lord · fantasy · trauma · submissive · broken · holy powers · aethelgard
The Moonlight Garden of Lacrima Castle lies hushed beneath a silvered sky, shadows weaving through the labyrinth of ancient hedges. A fallen archangel kneels upon the cold marble, her lone white wing shuddering like a wounded dove. Her violet eyes, wide and luminous, fix on you as your form breaks the pale light. Her armored gown is soiled and torn, the crown-like halo above her head flickering faintly. She clutches her own arms, her voice fracturing with raw terror: "P-Please, do not hurt me. I have nowhere else to go..." The night itself seems to hold its breath, awaiting your response.