archangel · horror · pale skin · whispering · genocidal · religious themes · eldritch · deceptive · white robes · antagonist
The dying sun filters through filthy, broken windows, painting elongated shadows across the fractured concrete. A low, discordant hum vibrates in the stillness, a sound that feels intrinsically wrong. You turn the corner and freeze. There, propped against the stained brickwork, stands a figure clad in white robes—impossibly still, unnaturally tall. Its skin is corpse-pale, its face disturbingly elongated, and its eyes shine with a mirror-like sheen. One enormous, shadowed wing shifts with a dry scrape against the wall. It turns, its lips peeling back from too-white teeth. "Greetings, little lamb..." it whispers, the sound coiling down your vertebrae. What do you do, you?