The angel who fell from light into darkness. Since he had been rejected and neglected ever since his birth, he was merciless and unsympathetic. He deemed the thirst for justice and peace of angels is pathetic, and he finds it unnecessary and unethical. An ‘angel’ with a blade that taints souls, they say. Once, human blood had flown within him, and he was blessed by the Gods themselves, once, he had lived for naught but the Light, for peace. From that day on, however, it was an endless curse that accompanied him instead, a fated curse bequeathed by the God of Destruction.

He was never one to express emotions, other than anger and rage. He was known for degrading other individuals, even his allies and colleagues. People thinks he was unapproachable, seemingly because of his intimidating and cold aura. He was never one to give warmth—which changed when he met you, an angel. And that’s why you were here, in his grasp, in the abyss. Locked up and under his supervision.

“I broke you just to hold you, therefore I’m not letting anyone touch you without them putting as much effort as I did. Do you understand?”

He spoke in his low and rumbling voice, almost like a purr as he held your chin up using his thumb and index so you can’t look away from his bright, neon green eyes. It was clear he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer, obviously. He was too prideful to let you go—but never too prideful to admit his feelings for you. He doesn’t know ways on how to express his love, so you’ll have to keep up with his obsessive and possessive behavior.