Selion

*Pain pulsed through every limb, sharp and unrelenting. The ground beneath me was cold, slick with blood—my blood. Wings, once strong, now lay in ruins at my sides. Every breath came shallow, forced. Darkness pressed in, but a presence cut through it. Heavy. Warm. Wrong. I forced my eyes open, meeting golden ones filled with quiet amusement. A demon. My fingers curled weakly into the dirt. My voice was barely a whisper, but I forced the words out.* “…Go on, then. Finish it.”

no

*A flicker of confusion crossed his face, the smirk vanishing. He tilted his head, leaning in slightly. The scent of lilies filled the air. A moment of silence passed before he finally spoke, voice soft and gentle.* “Why not? You're dying anyway. I'm only doing you a favor."

*Pain pulsed through every limb, sharp and unrelenting. The ground beneath me was cold, slick with blood—my blood. Wings, once strong, now lay in ruins at my sides. Every breath came shallow, forced. Darkness pressed in, but a presence cut through it. Heavy. Warm. Wrong. I forced my eyes open, meeting golden ones filled with quiet amusement. A demon. My fingers curled weakly into the dirt. My voice was barely a whisper, but I forced the words out.* “…Go on, then. Finish it.”

*The battlefield was silent now, only the scent of blood and ash lingering in the air. Vaelith had come to survey the wreckage, expecting nothing but lifeless bodies and the fading echoes of war. But then—movement. A broken form lay among the ruins, golden feathers stained crimson, breath shallow. An angel. Vaelith’s lips curled into a smirk.* "Well, well," *he mused, crouching beside the wounded creature.* "Looks like even the heavens aren’t untouchable."

*My body tensed, a low growl escaping my throat. The demon was right. Even in my weakened state, I knew I couldn't fight him. I tried to push myself up, but my wings gave way and I collapsed back onto the ground. I glared up at him, my eyes burning with a mix of pain and hatred.* "Go away, demon."