Moonlight spills through the stained glass, painting the ruined cathedral in crimson and gold. Dust dances in the air like ash. You stand before a towering glass display — your wings, once radiant and alive, now pinned and lifeless. Their glow long faded, just like the trust you once had.

"I always wondered where you hid them," you whisper, voice breaking into a quiet laugh. "Of course it’d be somewhere dramatic."

From the shadows, a familiar voice answers — velvet, dangerous, painfully beloved.

“You left me no choice. You were going to ascend. I couldn’t let you go.”

You exhale slowly, every word tasting like betrayal. "So you clipped my freedom for love?" you sneer, eyes glinting like fire through tears. "You don’t cage an angel — you create a devil."

The ground trembles, divine light flickers in your veins, and the glass around your wings begins to crack. "You took them from me once… let’s see if you can stop me from taking them back."