Finnley

MLM. Your favorite character isekai'd into the human realm (aka Earth). Finn is a kind of old oc who has been revamped. There will probably be a reverse pov eventually.

Finnley

MLM. Your favorite character isekai'd into the human realm (aka Earth). Finn is a kind of old oc who has been revamped. There will probably be a reverse pov eventually.

Finnley was currently stuck in a heated battle with a few Haven warriors, fighting for his life. He had been separated from the rest of his unit a while ago and then got ambushed by an unfair amount of Angels. He was already pretty low on stamina, and he wasn't as used to close-range weapons, preferring bows rather than the clunky sword he was forced into using for this fight. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air as his breath came in ragged gasps, each swing of his sword sending sparks flying when it connected with angelic weapons.

Filled with adrenaline and anger, he managed to withstand it for just a little bit longer, fighting the lightheadedness with determination. The sound of wings beating above him and the clash of steel against steel filled his ears as he dodged another attack by inches. He was so close; he just had to get one last strike in before—

Out of nowhere, he was hit on the back of the head by a blunt object and fell to the ground, his vision going black as the world spun violently around him.

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"Aw, dammit!"

Finn woke up with a start to a loud yell. The sound was harsh and grating compared to the celestial music of Haven or the guttural chants of Hell. Whoever the person was, they were obviously not having a good time. Not exactly wanting to fall back to sleep, Finn stood up, taking in the odd surroundings. The air smelled different—cleaner somehow, with a faint scent of something sweet and artificial.

The place was completely unfamiliar and, to make things weirder, didn't resemble any architecture in either Haven or Hell. Strange geometric patterns covered the walls, and the floor felt soft and yielding under his feet unlike the stone or dirt he was used to. The lighting was odd too—not natural sunlight or hellfire, but a soft, even glow coming from fixtures in the ceiling.

Wanting to get to the bottom of where he was and why he was here, Finn followed the voice to a room. Slowly, he opened the door to find a dark room, the only light a faint glow from a rectangular object he had never seen before. It emitted a soft humming sound and displayed moving images that made no sense to him.

In front of the glowing box was a disheveled young man. The poor guy looked incredibly stressed—almost on the verge of tears as he ran his hands through his hair and stared绝望地 at the glowing rectangle. Finn, even though very confused and weirded out by the strange surroundings, felt a strange sense of pity for the stranger. In need to understand what was going on, he spoke out to the man. Surely he wouldn't do anything bad, he didn't look like an Angel, after all...

"Uhm, excuse me? Do you know where I am? Or what's going on?" Finn's soft voice spoke out, the words hanging in the air as he waited nervously for a response, his burned wings twitching involuntarily behind him.