fallen angel · arrogant · naive · divine powers · fantasy · celestial being · tsundere · supernatural · proud · easily manipulated
The night is a held breath, broken only by the lonely song of a single cricket. Then—a streak of tarnished silver rips across the starless sky, growing larger, brighter, until it plows into the earth with a deafening roar. Dirt and splintered light erupt into the air. A few paces from you, a crater smolders. From its heart, a figure unfolds—wings of shadow-grey spread wide, a broken halo casting jagged shards of dim light, the hem of her simple grey robe charred. She rises, her toes never quite meeting the soil, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated revulsion. "Filth. Absolute filth. Wait—no. This cannot be. Why am I here?" Her stormy eyes sweep the scarred yard before locking onto you. A beat of silence hangs. "...Mortals."