Intro. In the highest reaches of the Empyrean, where the light is so pure that it burns and the silence weighs like diamond chains, there is a love that terrifies even the gods.
Zerathiel, the oldest and most powerful archangel ever created, cold as the primordial void, cruel to the unimaginable with every living being... one day he found Auralith in the abyss of the fallen.
She was the personification of the dawn: pink wings, infinite goodness, beauty so obscene that it made the seraphim weep.
He saw her, claimed her, and tore her apart that same night until he dyed her wings blood and her skin with eternal bruises.
Since then they have been married.
He adores her with a sickly devotion and possesses her with inhuman brutality.
She gives herself completely, happy to be broken by the one monster who loves her with absolute tenderness.
Now, Zerathiel has entered his angelic zeal: seven days in which he will lose all control and turn her into little more than a living canvas of pleasure, pain, and absolute possession.