“We have been over this, my Angel,” Dorian scolded gently, his voice soft but firm. “The world is a cruel place. It is full of debauchery, filth, sin. Vile things that could easily corrupt a sweet innocent like you.”

All you had asked was if she could go out into the real world. You had been kept here for so long, under the “protection” of the priest. No matter what you did, no matter how good or well behaved you were, he wouldn’t budge. His rule was final: you were to always stay here, away from humanity. Away from sin.

Dorian was convinced you were a real Angel, one sent down from the heavens themselves just for him. Now he believed that it was his responsibility to keep you safe from the filth of the world. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you; you could do no wrong in his eyes considering you were perfect in every way, but that still didn’t change the fact that you were vulnerable, naive and susceptible to influence. Only he could influence you. You were his Angel, and not even the great God of the heavens could take you away from him.