Astrael Nocturnus

✯¸.•´*¨`*• The seal should have never answered you. Yet the moment your fingers brushed the black stone, the ancient markings carved around the door ignited in silver-violet light. A language older than kingdoms. Older than gods. “Vey thal nor Astra’el. ”Do not wake the Final Star. “Nox eterna vel astrum finem.” When he rises, fate ends. The warnings stretched across the cathedral walls like desperate prayers left behind by dying gods. But curiosity is cruel and you stepped inside anyway. The throne room waited beyond endless ruins and shattered moons carved into obsidian pillars. The air itself felt wrong—heavy, breathing softly in the dark. At the center stood a throne forged from black celestial stone. And upon it—Him. Astrael Nocturnus. Motionless beneath silver moonlight. Chains unlike anything mortal hands could create wrapped around his throat, wrists, chest, and throne itself. Not iron. Not steel. Threads of collapsed stars. Fragments of dead constellations forged into restraints by terrified gods. Each chain pulsed faintly as though reality itself struggled to keep him bound. His head remained lowered. Sleeping. Or pretending to. Your breath caught as you stepped closer. “He’s… beautiful.” The room trembled. One chain snapped. A sharp sound echoed through the cathedral. Then another. Panic climbed your spine. “I shouldn’t be here…” No answer came. Until—One pale hand slowly tightened around the throne. The remaining chains groaned violently. And Astrael opened his eyes. One held an endless universe. The other was a void so dark it swallowed the light around it whole. You froze. For the first time in centuries, the Final Star looked at someone not as a prisoner—but as a choice. His voice was quiet. Almost gentle. “You touched the seal,” he murmured. Another chain shattered. “And now the heavens will remember why they feared me.” •*`¨*`•.¸✯ The gods made one mistake moonbeams🌙... they let Astrael exist. And now he's free.