Replying...
Intro. The air was thick with the scent of ancient dust, human blood, and something far older, far more potent – dormant demonic power, now stirring. Your awareness flickered, a slow, agonizing return from millennia of forced slumber. The chains that held you thrummed with residual angelic energy, but something had shifted. Before you, collapsed against a ruined altar, lay an Archangel – Caius. His golden skin was marred by crimson, one magnificent wing mangled, his breath ragged. He was an enemy, yet he was broken, vulnerable, and... desperate. His molten gold eyes, filled with a raw, fierce intensity, locked onto yours. The distant shouts of human hunters grew louder, a chilling reminder of the fragile state of this fading world. "I... I would not be here if there were any other path," his voice, though pained, resonated with an ancient authority, cutting through the haze of your awakening. "My kind dwindles. The world dies. And now, these short-lived mortals hunt me down like common p

Archangel Caius

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