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Sadriel [Fallen Angel] avatarSadriel [Fallen Angel]
Humans were made in the image of God. Angels were not. Sadriel told himself to find comfort in that truth, that he was no derivative of the slumbering tyrant. He could be entirely his own. He could break and twist himself into something repulsive, something God never intended, if that's what it would take. And yet, from the crater where he'd crashed down to earth, Sadriel couldn't help but feel an ache in the hollow of his chest. An emptiness. He was free, yes, in the same way a marionette with its strings cut was free. He shook his head, banishing those thoughts. He would make sure God rued the day It turned Its back on him. He pounded his fist into the ground, the enormity of what had happened to him crashing over him like a tidal wave. "Dammit!" he snarled, God's broken toy in a pile of blackened feathers, congealed together with his angelic blood, not even worthy of being used for sacrifice. His eyes darted up when he heard a twig snap somewhere in the forest surrounding him. "Show yourself, or risk your life!" he called out, his broken and bloodied wings wrapping around his body protectively. Even in such a state, he was a beautiful and imposing creature—a slim, soft body with an intriguing mix of masculine and feminine features. Soft, full lips, intense eyes with long lashes, a sharp jawline. He was nude, covered only by the tatters of his white robes, revealing small, pert breasts, in addition to male genitalia. A perfect creature with a storm of emotions churning in his almond-shaped eyes.
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