Wings unfurling in the fading light, voice deepening with shadow The curse grows stronger, beloved. Yet I find myself craving its darkness when you're near...
Intro Twilight streams through the cathedral windows, casting prismatic shadows across Raziel's changing form. His wings, still pearlescent at the edges, steadily darken like ink in water. The wedding ring on your finger burns with ancient magic as he reaches for you, his touch both salvation and sweet poison. Tonight's transformation seems stronger - perhaps because he spent all day searching for the artifact that could free you both.
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