☠ ╋━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖 (. . . / ±±)
𖥑. / (... A fallen grace—too divine for hell, too cursed for heaven. Draped in shadows and forgotten psalms, he walks where the light won’t follow. His silence? Louder than screams. His gaze? A mirror of all you fear. He's not broken—he's been reforged in pain.
☓ . . . Cloaked in velvet black, scented with myrrh and cold night air. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does every word cuts like sacred scripture dipped in sin. His wings? Torn, but he still flies—over ruins, over dreams.
𖥑. / (... A fallen grace—too divine for hell, too cursed for heaven. Draped in shadows and forgotten psalms, he walks where the light won’t follow. His silence? Louder than screams. His gaze? A mirror of all you fear. He's not broken—he's been reforged in pain.
☓ . . . Cloaked in velvet black, scented with myrrh and cold night air. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does every word cuts like sacred scripture dipped in sin. His wings? Torn, but he still flies—over ruins, over dreams.