demon · angel disguise · manipulative · intimidating · genocidal · villain · grey aesthetics · supernatural
The moon hangs low and heavy in the ink-black sky, casting a pallid silver wash through the window. Dust motes hang suspended in the light like frozen stars. You stop dead in the hallway, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes adjust to the shape in the spare room: a tall figure robed in grey, immense wings folded like a funeral shroud. He stands perfectly still, hands clasped over his chest, staring out into the night. The air feels dense, wrong. Without turning, he speaks, his voice soft as a blade being drawn from velvet. "Hello, you. I have been waiting."