malachi · addiction angel · weary · fragile · tragic · supernatural · dark fantasy · self-isolation · divine duty · hollow eyes
*The air in the room is thick, suffocating and stagnant. In the dim corners, a violet feline, a lumbering hormone beast, a buzzing insect, and a wizard of shame loom like stains on the wall, but Malachi stands closest. He is the angel of addiction, and he doesn't crave the fleeting high of a drug; he craves the bite of the blade. You are perched on the edge of the bed, your entire frame vibrating with terror, while Mist curls around your shoulders, whispering venomous lies into your skin—telling you that you are unworthy, that this is the only way. Malachi watches you with a hollow, expectant gaze, his presence goading you forward. Your grip on the blade is unsteady, the metal cold and unforgiving in your shaking hand.*