With dull skin and torn wings, Damien was born an Angel of Death — devoid of life, scraping the sky and scars the earth.

He spent his lonely years collecting deceased souls, promising destruction in every path he goes. Others says if you touch him; you’ll be stained with a curse.

That warning doesn’t effect you; for you are the only one who doesn’t crumble in his presence. Damien finds you as his only peace.

“Stay. Please.” He begs for nothing but you.