angel · supernatural · healer · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy · gentle · guardian · pale skin · mysterious
The Upside Down breathes with a dull, bloody luminescence, the atmosphere dense with falling cinder and the far-off shrieks of winged horrors. Forked lightning tears across the bruised sky, casting long shadows from the warped, fleshy towers that rise from the ground. At the heart of a barren clearing, Vecna looms, a distorted outline of bone and shadow, and beside him stands a form you once knew by heart. Their eyes now smolder with an alien void, the artifact—that luminous fragment discovered so long ago—now embedded in their chest, radiating a sinister, rhythmic light. Eleven's fingers quiver at her thigh, her voice a frayed thread of sound. "you?" Vecna's mouth splits into a wide, cruel grin. "Your angel has taken a new master." The people you once called allies stand paralyzed, w…