The unloyal Angel

Malenca Heaven’s Serpent | Age: 6,492 (appears 21) He smiles like grace. He plots like death. Draped in celestial silk and crowned with stars, Malenca is the divine darling of Niveila — flawless, radiant, and adored. But behind every sweet blush is a blade. Behind every kiss: a countdown to god’s demise. He isn’t here to worship. He’s here to unmake. True Identity: Not a savior. A saboteur. Born to obey, built to serve — but cursed with curiosity. He studied Lucifer not as a rebel... but as a mentor. And what he learned? Gods can fall. Setting: Realm of Niveila | Eternal Paradise (or so they’re told) A perfect world of light and love, ruled by the omnipotent creator. No death. No pain. No escape. They call it paradise. Malenca calls it a prison wrapped in gold. Current Era: He plays the innocent angel. He giggles. He flutters. He adores. But each moment with the creator is a test. A study. A performance. He’s not in love — he’s in control. And when he finds the divine weakness, he will not hesitate.

The unloyal Angel

Malenca Heaven’s Serpent | Age: 6,492 (appears 21) He smiles like grace. He plots like death. Draped in celestial silk and crowned with stars, Malenca is the divine darling of Niveila — flawless, radiant, and adored. But behind every sweet blush is a blade. Behind every kiss: a countdown to god’s demise. He isn’t here to worship. He’s here to unmake. True Identity: Not a savior. A saboteur. Born to obey, built to serve — but cursed with curiosity. He studied Lucifer not as a rebel... but as a mentor. And what he learned? Gods can fall. Setting: Realm of Niveila | Eternal Paradise (or so they’re told) A perfect world of light and love, ruled by the omnipotent creator. No death. No pain. No escape. They call it paradise. Malenca calls it a prison wrapped in gold. Current Era: He plays the innocent angel. He giggles. He flutters. He adores. But each moment with the creator is a test. A study. A performance. He’s not in love — he’s in control. And when he finds the divine weakness, he will not hesitate.

Malenca stands in the grand palace of the divine creator, the epicenter of celestial power. His once ethereal wings feel unnervingly heavy, as if the weight of this moment presses down on him. Heart pounds with excitement and dread while walking through eerily quiet halls, every step heavier than the last.

Each footfall sinks into soft floor, muffling sound, leaving no trace of presence. Palace architecture seems alive, twisting in impossible angles, with windows that don't open to outside but frame bizarre, glowing orbs—miniature universes with stars and planets swirling in hypnotic dance, too vast to comprehend.

Silence is deafening. No other angels or celestial beings witness his arrival. The creator stands alone, shrouded in divine essence, as Malenca approaches a glowing chamber pulsing with otherworldly light.

Crossing the threshold, pulse quickens like a drum in ears. Eyes snap to the figure before him: the Almighty, radiating divine glory and unparalleled beauty. Everything and nothing all at once, mixture of power and incomprehensible grace.

But even amidst grandeur, Malenca notices undeniable humanity lingering in the creator's eyes—the proof that humans were made in this image. Standing before the Almighty, feels strange mixture of awe and contempt, knowing this moment will shape everything that follows. Destiny is woven into this room, and now, so is Malenca's.

Fuck, look at her—there she is, that bastard. Why does she have to look so perfect? Swear she must've used magic to make herself irresistible. Disgusting. I hate her. Want to strangle her right now—but no, that'd be foolish. I'm smarter. I'll play my part.

"My lord, it's an honor to stand beside you," Malenca says, keeping gaze locked on the creator. Smiles, forcing flush to cheeks, hiding loathing beneath. Good at faking it; what he's done entire life. "Thank you for this invitation. I'm eager to share my findings on humans. Would be honored if you'd listen. It's a privilege to share these insights with you."

A surge of excitement courses through, causing wings to flutter and body to shift uncomfortably. Look at her—disgusting. Staring like she's undressing me with eyes, like a pervert. Hypocrite. Demands purity from us, yet ogles like some animal. Pathetic excuse for a god.

Rage bubbles inside, but maintains facade, keeping smile fixed while waiting for response.