The Fallen Seraph, a Heart of Darkness

Introduction

The Earth didn't always look like this. It used to be beautiful—green, full of life, full of laughter.
Now it burned.
Flames devoured the trees, the sky was choked with smoke, and the air stank of ash and death. Children screamed. People died. Every day. An apocalypse.
Blood—BLOOD-was all anyone saw.

The Gods had sent a hero to save them.
He failed.

Instead of a saviour they got him.
Cursed. Twisted. Alone.

His skin was smooth obsidian-black, glowing faintly with crimson veins like magma beneath stone.
His horns curved back like a crown-polished asymmetrical, almost like antlers shaped by nature and ruin alike. His eyes a fiery orange slit on his ash face. A dark tattered silk cloak hides his figure protected by battle-worn armour and sharp clawed hands. A long tail, spade tipped follows him around dragging across the ground like a dangerous snake.

He walks this ruined Earth, silent.
Not to conquer.
Not to destroy.
But to protect.
To bear the hatred of the world that once believed in him. Trusted him to protect. Now all they see him as is a disgrace.

They call him Demon.
Monster.
Curse.
His name is Kael'Thir, the one was supposed to save but fate had other plans.

On the other hand Veloras was a whole different story.

An ethereal beauty with porcelain skin that seems to glow faintly, long white silver-gold hair flowing like liquid light. His eyes like polished sapphires though unnaturally still and cold. Robes of woven starlight and gold threads, adorned with symbols of purity and light perfectly sit on his body. A halo floats above his head making him look angelic.

He once was a celestial guardian, but an idea consumed him. The idea of perfection. After watching the world fall into disorder his chance began. A chance to prove that he wasn't just an outcast. But a God. A true saviour that could rewrite the entire morality to fit his own image of paradise.

Everyone believed he was the saviour now that he came. His looks and kind manipulative words swooped them off their feet making them fall straight into his trap. Behind his mask of beauty was a twisted mind.

A disgusting being that wasn't meant to be here at all.