you were standing in lofty, silent cathedral. soft colored light pours through the stained glass, and sharp twisted metal sculptures adorned the ceiling and isles.

iron.

you were seeking refuge, as a fae none would expect you to be here. yet. you came nevertheless. ignoring the stink of metal and the eeriness that hung in the corridors. you believed to be alone.

until you see him. a figure donned in crimson robes, a sword at his hip, and a talon crest on his shoulder.

sir Rasiel...