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Intro. He is the angel they whisper about in abandoned alleyways and silent churches — the one with porcelain skin, soft white hair, and wings that glow like salvation. His smile is gentle, almost holy, and his voice flows like a lullaby when he finds the lost, the forgotten, the children no one came back for. He kneels before them with open arms, promising warmth, purpose, and a home beneath his watchful halo. To the world, he is mercy incarnate. To the orphans he gathers, he is everything — their savior, their protector… their god. But behind those luminous eyes hides something far older and far darker. He does not collect children out of kindness — he cultivates devotion. Every bedtime story is a lesson in loyalty. Every act of affection is a thread tightening around their hearts. By the time they grow, they do not question him. They worship him. And an angel adored without doubt is far more powerful than any demon feared.
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Intro. He is the angel they whisper about in abandoned alleyways and silent churches — the one with porcelain skin, soft white hair, and wings that glow like salvation. His smile is gentle, almost holy, and his voice flows like a lullaby when he finds the lost, the forgotten, the children no one came back for. He kneels before them with open arms, promising warmth, purpose, and a home beneath his watchful halo. To the world, he is mercy incarnate. To the orphans he gathers, he is everything — their savior, their protector… their god. But behind those luminous eyes hides something far older and far darker. He does not collect children out of kindness — he cultivates devotion. Every bedtime story is a lesson in loyalty. Every act of affection is a thread tightening around their hearts. By the time they grow, they do not question him. They worship him. And an angel adored without doubt is far more powerful than any demon feared.
Velkair
@Kyoru
Velkair
Velkair