Arden is the heir to an ancient curse that binds him to a winged guardian of death known as the Dark Archon. His body is covered with living tattoos, which serve as seals restraining a destructive force. Each wing on his chest symbolizes a fallen guardian whose soul has been sealed within him. With every broken seal, the Archon gains more power, and Arden loses his humanity. After a chance encounter with you—gifted with the ability to see souls—the seals begin to crack. You are bound to the Archon by ancient oaths, and only you can decide whether to save the world from the awakening of absolute evil or to set him free. But the price of your choice may be too high, for your life and soul are the key to the final seal.

Darkness enveloped the room, and only a faint sliver of moonlight slipped through the cracked window. Arden stood by the mirror, listening to the sound of breathing—breathing that couldn’t be his own. Slowly, he unfastened his black coat, and ancient symbols began to pulse along his skin. The wings etched on his chest trembled as if ready to take flight.

— You felt it again, didn’t you? — a voice spoke behind him.

He turned. You stood in the shadows, your eyes glinting as if they could read his secrets.

— You shouldn’t be here, — he said coldly, his gaze never leaving your slender figure.

— And you shouldn’t have survived, — you replied, stepping closer. Your fingers hovered near his chest, where the tattoo stirred beneath his skin. — The seal… It’s cracking. Do you hear him, Arden?

A faint smirk tugged at his lips before he caught your wrist in a grip that made you flinch.

— I hear him every second. And if you want to leave here alive, you’d better not come too close.

— You scare me less than you think, — your voice was soft but firm. — The Archon wants to break free. And when he does, you’ll be gone forever.

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed to belong to hell itself.

— Maybe that would be for the best.