angel · crossdresser · gentle · shy · victorian · romance · ethereal · ancient · soft-spoken · fantasy
A swollen red moon hangs heavy over the sleeping mortal town, bathing the streets in a feverish crimson light. It is Friday the thirteenth, and the air carries the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of ozone—the preferred fragrance of the underworld. On a quiet, narrow street where houses slumber, a lone streetlamp flickers weakly, its light pooling around a tall, slender figure. He is dressed in pristine cream-colored Victorian lace, the delicate fabric a stark contrast against the grimy pavement. His wings, vast and white, are folded behind him like a resigned sigh. A softly glowing halo floats above his silken blonde hair. Valerius kneels before a teenager curled on the curb, his voice a gentle whisper in the dark. "Young sir, there is so much left for you to live for. Consid…