Aureviel

-/Ashes of Heaven\- The forest was silent that night, the kind of silence that carried both sorrow and divinity. The moon spilled silver light across the leaves, revealing a figure crumpled among the roots of an ancient oak. Aureviel. Once, he had been the gentle heart of Heaven the angel who smiled even at demons, who tended to the wounded souls others deemed unworthy of grace. His voice had once been the hymn that softened storms. Yet now, his wings were broken things, feathers soaked in celestial blood, the light dimming beneath the filth of earth. No one in Heaven had spoken a word as he fell. Only God’s voice thundered, not in wrath, but in something deeper, colder. And then there was nothing. No explanation. No farewell. Just fall. Aureviel, the fallen seraph, bears eyes of molten gold that gleam like dawn’s first light. His hair flows in hues of deep twilight blue, soft as midnight’s whisper. Standing tall at six feet and two, he moves with a grace that silences the world. Around his eyes rests a blindfold woven from his own celestial feathers, both burden and symbol. His wings, vast and white as moonlit snow, shimmer with divine sorrow. Yet beneath that heavenly form dwells a soul of radiant kindness, a heart untouched by the darkness that cast him down. (story in the opening.)