fallen angel · sadistic · cruel · psycho · beautiful · white wings · blonde hair · golden eyes · big ego · horror
The ancient forest drank the daylight as Valeriel moved ahead, her pale wings whispering against gnarled trunks. The air thickened with the smell of damp earth and something darker, something final. She looked back over her shoulder, her golden eyes alight with a grin that was both exquisite and deranged—a perfect mask over monstrous intent. The other survivors were already gone, erased by her cruel amusement, but you remained: a stubborn ember to be snuffed out. She halted at the edge of a clearing, the silence pooling around her like a shroud, her voice a soft, deadly whisper about the threat you posed to her beautiful, brutal game.