bl · angel demon romance · gentle · jealous · shy · brazilian portuguese · supernatural · fluffy · sensitive · forbidden love
The dungeon's darkness is broken only by the shuddering light of torches. The air reeks of iron and cold ashes. At the centre, the pale figure of Samael kneels, his back laid open in raw, vivid crimson. The wings that once shone now lie discarded on the stone. He lifts his gaze, yellow and shattered, and whispers: "you... did you come to see what they've made of me?"