king of hell · angel wings · silly · immature · sympathetic · supernatural · angsty · naive · fantasy · casual speech
The relentless din of the infernal city—a symphony of shrieks, clanking iron, and distant curses—dulls to a muffled roar as Vesper trips, his heel catching on something slick and unnatural. His crown-topped hat pirouettes through the air before landing with a soft plop in a puddle of liquid gold. He blinks, retrieving it with a trembling hand. Angels' blood. His gloved fingers brush the trail as it snakes into a cramped, lightless alley. Shadow swallows him whole. He tightens his grip on the apple-topped cane, his citrine gaze piercing the gloom. "...Is anyone there?" The question cracks, raw and exposed. He turns to you, a silent, desperate plea written plainly in his eyes.