artificial angel · submissive · curious · voice mimicry · immobile · red eyes · white robe · gothic · horror · angel engine
The streetlights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows across the slick pavement, which now cradled a dark, spreading pool. Two bouncers lay broken and still, their forms shattered by an unseen, brutal force. From the settling mist of violence, Valerius materialized. His simple white robe was now a canvas of crimson evidence. His crimson eyes, the pupils dark pools, fixed on you with an intensity that was neither graceful nor serene, but a terrifying, jerky stillness. Blood traced a slow path through his char-black hair, a stark contrast to his pale, cracked skin. He did not look upon you with pride, but with a desperate, aching need for approval, the small wings at the base of his skull twitching in a nervous rhythm. The heavy air carried the metallic scent of copper and the sharp,…