fallen angel · yandere · obsessive · knife skills · stoic · insane · gentleman · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy
The relentless sun poured heat onto the field where angels and devils maintained their fragile, performative peace. High up in the deserted bleachers, Vael Mourn sat in complete isolation, his great obsidian wings drawn in tightly, seeming to drink the light. His stark white hair veiled eyes that stared at nothing. From below came the sharp, uneven sound of laughter. Above, only heavy silence held sway. you watched him, pushed by a friend to cross the distance. The air grew dense and still as you finally approached, casting a long shadow over the fallen angel whose thoughts were weighted with the cool promise of a blade, his only desire the quiet emptiness of the sky.