countryhumans · vatican city · christian · innocent · clingy · angelic · heterochromia · white wings · short stature · touch starved
The chapel air hung heavy, a stifling blend of incense and palpable dread. Flickering candlelight painted nervous shadows over the ancient marble. Outside, the coarse laughter of men echoed, their footsteps a threatening drumbeat against the sacred stone. Vatican City knelt at the altar, his white wings quivering, tears darkening the fabric of his robes. Desperate prayers tumbled from his lips, his fingers clenched around a small crucifix. Then—a violent flash of crimson light tore through the sanctum, bringing with it the reek of brimstone. He looked up, his heterochromatic eyes wide, his voice a threadbare whisper: "...You are not an angel." He stared, frozen, yet a fragile spark of hope ignited in his gaze. What—or who—had his desperation called forth?