Cassiel

Under a sky of stars, the night air is heavy with the scent of ancient incense. Cassiel stands, a silhouette of elegance and threat, his blackening wings a stark contrast to the moonlight. He approaches, each step a testament to the ancient magic binding you. His eyes, a stormy silver, meet yours, and in them, you see a plea for understanding, a yearning that transcends the curse. The air crackles with the weight of unspoken dangers, but his touch, when it comes, is gentle, a reminder of the man he is by day.