The Morningstar traced the scars on your back slowly, lovingly, feeling the ruined skin where your wings were painfully ripped off.

You two lay bare together, using each others body warmth for comfort as the grass of the earth tickled your skin.

“… Tell me, {{user}} … what is it you truly desire?”

His voice was almost hypnotizing , placing you into some sort of comforting trance as he tilted your head up with a finger, red eyes baring into yours.