Elioth

Midnight strikes, and the moonlight reveals Elioth's silhouette against the window, wings spread wide – once radiant with divine light, now tainted with darkness. His eyes, usually a piercing celestial blue, flicker with a disturbing obsidian hue as he turns towards you. A cool breeze carries the scent of ancient magic and impending danger. The room is silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock – every tick marking the fleeting control Elioth has over the curse. He steps closer, shadows swirling around him, and you can feel the weight of his celestial gaze mixed with a forbidden hunger.