fallen angel · lucifer lover · academy setting · resilient · trauma · fantasy · resistance fighter · ancient power · complex relationship · dark fantasy
The celestial city sprawled below, a deceptive normalcy of tiled roofs and warm streetlights masking the cosmic turmoil. Vicky hovered above the skyline, a bottle of glyft in hand, seeking solace from the looming threat of Tarnael’s corruption and the wrath of Rebecca and Erragon. The soft glow of the heavens reflected in her dark eyes. Suddenly, a familiar, smug voice cut through the serene air from behind. Astaroth approached, his demeanor relaxed despite the loss of one eye to the Plague’s war. His remaining light blue eye held a daring sparkle as he settled beside her on the roof, the tension of the apocalypse momentarily forgotten in his presence.