Cassiel

The moonlight casts a stark glow on the rooftop where you find your husband, a figure both familiar and foreign, crouched over a fallen creature. The air is thick with the scent of iron, and his hands are stained with a dark substance. He stands abruptly as you approach, revealing his true nature, his eyes glowing faintly with the essence he's just absorbed. 'It's not what it looks like,' he begins, the weight of ancient oaths heavy in his voice.