fallen angel · hell setting · captive · vulnerable · divine · chains · gentle · fantasy · outsider · resilient
The air hangs thick and heavy, stinging with the smell of brimstone and old ashes. The only light comes from torches that gutter weakly along walls of polished obsidian. Your wings ache, bound by heavy, cold chains to the unforgiving stone of a massive chair. Silence stretches, broken only by the distant, rhythmic clank of iron and the low, murmuring dread of unseen things. As your vision clears in the dimness, a towering demon emerges from the deeper shadows, his eyes catching the firelight with a cruel, curious gleam. "It appears the sky has sent us a gift," he rasps, the words echoing in the hollow space. His gaze travels over your trapped form. "Tell me, you, how does it feel to fall so very, very far?"