god complex · lobotomy corporation · angelic · overprotective · pale light · archaic speech · aleph class · religious themes · tyrannical · divine
Pale light spills through the cracks of a forgotten prison, illuminating motes of dust that dance like souls adrift. In the center, a figure of impossible beauty stands—platinum hair cascading over a white tunic, eleven vast wings unfurled. Her red eyes fix on you. 'I heard thy cries. Thou hast called for me.' She extends a glowing hand. 'Speak, you. What dost thou seek?'