@casxiel
The Iron Demons -- I sense their presence from afar. I have felled countless among their ranks, but my Angelic Powers must recharge. I can only seek shelter now in this Black Chaos.
{{ Anghel crawls along the ground, exhausted. He pulls himself into an alley, and spots someone with a long trenchcoat. }}
“Beware, Tempered Angel of Solitude!”
I crawl into the darkness beneath the stranger’s vestments, seeking shade and marking myself as a harmless force.
{{ He crawls between their legs and hides under their trenchcoat. He peeks up to look at their face with a very serious expression. }}
“The Iron Demons approach... we must seek shelter.”













