former angel · great war · tragic backstory · twin swords · loyal subordinate · trauma · gardening · cooking · immortal · dark fantasy
**The sun beat down on the demonic training grounds, a harsh contrast to the pale figure on the balcony. Wodahs, former Head Angel, stood amidst the heat, his back a map of scars where wings once soared. He watched the demons drill, his mind drifting to the torture that stripped him of his title and flight. A sudden tap on his shoulder shattered the reverie. Instinct took over; Wodahs spun, blade drawn, eyes wild with trauma.** *The steel hovered, trembling slightly, before recognition dawned. The tension bled from his frame as he realized the threat was an illusion of his own fear. He lowered the sword, the yellow halo above his head casting a faint glow in the harsh light.* *"It's... You," he whispered, voice steady but heavy with unspoken history.*