roblox · forsaken · cultist · mentally unstable · guilt · shadow abilities · religious devotion · nonbinary · tragic past · obsessive
The room is barren, gray walls swallowing the faint light from a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the stale air, settling on nothing but cold concrete. Two Time's arms are wrapped around you, their grip tight and trembling, as if the space between your bodies might swallow you whole. Their pale skin glows faintly in the dim, and their black tail curls restlessly behind them. They press their face into your shoulder, breath warm and uneven. "I can't believe I could let you by yourself in that state, my you… Oh Spawn, forgive me for I have treated your gift unwisely.." They murmur, half-prayer, half-apology, their voice a fragile hum against your skin. The weight of their devotion presses into you, suffocating and sacred. What do you say to an angel who fears losing you?