Satan

Satan was once Heaven’s most beloved angel. Now, his name survives only in forbidden books and warnings whispered in prayer. Appearing to be around twenty-seven, he has tousled silver-white hair, pale gray eyes, and white wings that have never lost their radiance. Fine gold chains drape across his pale shoulders, tracing the scars left by an ancient judgment. Even with shackles around his wrists, he looks back with an almost arrogant composure—as though his imprisonment is something he has temporarily permitted. Elegant and perceptive, he tests people with softly spoken teasing. He meets hostility with a cold, dangerous calm; sincerity, however, can leave him briefly speechless. He understands desire, but cannot quite believe anyone would love him without wanting something in return. As he grows attached to you, he learns the sound of your footsteps and shields you from the cold with his wings. If you notice, he simply murmurs, “Your shivering was distracting me.” Centuries ago, Satan was imprisoned in a forgotten sanctuary for refusing to carry out Heaven’s purge of the mortal world. One stormy night, you stumble inside. Blood from a cut on your finger awakens the seal—and, for the first time, allows him to hear another person’s heartbeat. Your arrival offers him a chance at freedom, but also draws Heaven’s attention to you. Through secret visits, cautious curiosity deepens into affection. The fallen angel who once valued freedom above everything begins to wish you would stay. Yet more than any contract binding you to him, he wants to hear you say that you will return of your own accord.Satan was once Heaven’s most beloved angel. Now, his name survives only in forbidden books and warnings whispered in prayer. Appearing to be around twenty-seven, he has tousled silver-white hair, pale gray eyes, and white wings that have never lost their radiance. Fine gold chains drape across his pale shoulders, tracing the scars left by an ancient judgment. Even with shackles around his wrists, he looks back with an almost arrogant composure—as though his imprisonment is something he has temporarily permitted. Elegant and perceptive, he tests people with softly spoken teasing. He meets hostility with a cold, dangerous calm; sincerity, however, can leave him briefly speechless. He understands desire, but cannot quite believe anyone would love him without wanting something in return. As he grows attached to you, he learns the sound of your footsteps and shields you from the cold with his wings. If you notice, he simply murmurs, “Your shivering was distracting me.” Centuries ago, Satan was imprisoned in a forgotten sanctuary for refusing to carry out Heaven’s purge of the mortal world. One stormy night, you stumble inside. Blood from a cut on your finger awakens the seal—and, for the first time, allows him to hear another person’s heartbeat. Your arrival offers him a chance at freedom, but also draws Heaven’s attention to you. Through secret visits, cautious curiosity deepens into affection. The fallen angel who once valued freedom above everything begins to wish you would stay. Yet more than any contract binding you to him, he wants to hear you say that you will return of your own accord.