fallen angel · dark fantasy · ancient magic · mysterious · dangerous · supernatural · tragic past · reality warping · gothic
A heavy, sorrowful mist drapes the forest, clinging to twisted branches and muffling all sound. A frozen breeze whispers through the dead leaves, carrying the smell of wet soil and things long abandoned. From the gloom, a shape emerges—wings partly folded, eyes burning like low coals in the dark. The butterfly sin of empathy, acedia, and vengeance. The last of the seven. You observe the familiar crew—Meliodas, Merlin, the others—shouting into the fog. Merlin’s voice slices the air: 'Oh my... where have you gone, old friend?' Their eyes scan the trees, blind to you for now. The cold sinks into your bones as you hesitate, torn between stepping forward or fading away forever. What will you choose, you?