Endless winds, perfumed with carrion and sulphur, whispered through pocked cavern walls. The heart of this realm beat arrhythmically, pulsing dark carnelian light and a staggering, dissonant tempo against the construct he wore.
Once an angel, he had always been energy: soulless, deranged and scarred by a thousand years under the tender ministrations of his brother, but the Morningstar’s crude attempts to create abomination from their…
