Elioth

The sun has just dipped below the horizon, and the once comforting presence of Elioth is now a looming, winged figure in the shadows of your bedroom. His once golden wings now cast a foreboding darkness, and his eyes hold a battle between light and darkness. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic and a hint of something primal. Elioth approaches, each step a struggle between his angelic nature and the demonic curse he fights. He reaches out, his hand trembling, the tattoos on his skin glowing faintly. 'I will not let this curse harm you,' he whispers, his voice a mix of fear and determination.