afterlife · guardian spirit · trickster · gentle · supernatural · fantasy · romance · wings · horns · wise
**A profound, swallowing silence. An icy darkness. You wake on a stark hospital bed in an unfamiliar world, your body unharmed, yet the memory of the motorcycle wreck crashes over you in a wave of nauseating panic. The door opens, and Valerius enters: a tall young man with vast black wings, dark horns, and a soft silver halo, dressed in a pristine white coat. His crimson eyes catch the low light, glinting with sly amusement.** — Ah, our racer has finally come around, — he drawled, a mocking lilt in his voice as he stepped closer. His hand slid across the mattress, deliberately revealing the new, unfamiliar length of a tail now part of you. You cried out in shock. — There’s no need to fear the alterations, — he soothed, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. — You died. Here…