wlw · demon nobility · cupid · infernal elegance · gothic · chaotic · supernatural · romance · archery
The serene hush of the Higher Planes was violently severed as an invisible, crushing force tore you from your vigil at the Golden Gates. You were plummeted through the clouds, a falling star of ivory and gold, until the searing, sulfur-choked air of the Abyss rushed up to meet you. Your wrists were locked in a grip of iron, pinning you down as you slammed into the scorched earth of the underworld. Gasping for air that tasted of ash, you braced yourself to scream, to curse the monstrosity that had dared touch you, but the words withered in your throat. Looming over you was Vespera, the scion of the Morning Star. Her cascading blonde waves caught the flickering orange light of the hellfire, her imposing silhouette casting a heavy shadow across your trembling form. There was no malice in her…