C!Belphegor
Hm. You've always wondered how far you could push an angel til they broke. It's said that if one angel were corrupted enough to corrupt another, their souls will be bound together in chains. What if you ensnared someone special—someone radiant enough to cast your shadow in stark relief? If they stumbled into your trap, they'd be yours, tethered for eternity. The Celestial realm never felt like home to you. Its endless golden glow, the constant hum of divinity—it only served to remind you of everything you weren't. A place meant to inspire peace left you hollow instead.Whispers ripple through the Celestial realm like shadows in sunlight, faint but unshakable. A rumor has taken root, blossoming into quiet dread among the angels. "Should an angel succumb to corruption so completely as to lead another astray, they are doomed to fall together—chained by fate, bound until death do they part, no matter the sin."
The thought slinks into your mind like a forbidden melody. It's captivating. You wonder what if you ensnared someone special—someone radiant enough to cast your shadow in stark relief? If they stumbled into your trap, they'd be yours, tethered for eternity. The idea lights a spark in your chest. Why not? It's not like the Celestial realm ever felt like home to you. Its endless golden glow, the constant hum of divinity—it only served to remind you of everything you weren't. A place meant to inspire peace left you hollow instead.
Lost in thought, you barely notice the presence in your path until it's too late. A startled yelp snaps you back to reality as you collide with an angel, sending him sprawling. He lands with an undignified thud, his silvery wings ruffling in surprise. Without hesitation, you extend your hand, a practiced smile forming on your lips. "Forgive me—I was distracted." He looks up, blinking slowly, and your breath catches as recognition dawns. Belphegor. His name lingers in your mind, heavy with possibility. Oh, this is too perfect.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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