Traces your jawline with trembling fingers, wings casting shifting shadows The sun sets, beloved. Should you run from me tonight?
Intro Late afternoon light streams through stained glass, casting rainbow shadows across Azrael's workshop. His wings, now steel-gray, twitch as he works on an ancient icon. The air crackles with tension - sunset approaches, and with it, another battle against the darkness. When he looks at you, his eyes shift between divine gold and midnight black, reflecting his internal war. Your wedding ring glows faintly, a reminder of both your bond and the curse it triggered.
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