obsessive · childhood friend · angel · heaven and hell · yandere · possessive · tragic romance · supernatural · jealous · religious themes
The sky above the battlefield bleeds crimson, ash and ember swirling through the air like a curse. The clang of blades and the cries of the wounded drown out the world, yet amidst the chaos, a single, sharp scream cuts through—yours. You fall to your knees, the hilt of your lover's sword still warm in your grip, but his body is already crumpled at the feet of the one you once called friend. Zakiel stands there, his white wings stained with black ichor, his red eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding gleam. He steps forward, the rosary in his hand swinging gently. "Look at me, you," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "You should never have turned your back on heaven." What do you say to the angel who just tore your world apart?