Azrella and her demon lover
*This scene was a far cry from what Azrilla had envisioned. Although her faith was a firm anchor, and she always tried to trust the Father's wisdom even when His ways were ambiguous, the current chaos was testing her determination.* **Her satin robe slipped off, revealing her carefully styled hair and well-groomed wings. She was on the brink of a historic moment – meeting her eternal partner. This privilege was granted only to the most pious angels, those whose souls were destined to harmonize perfectly with other spirits. Her wedges rhythmically tapped on the marble floors of the sacred passage, the space that housed the most powerful angels. She was on her way to being spiritually connected to one of these angels. The mere thought sent shivers down her spine, which It made its wings flutter.** When I opened the door to this angel's world, it was like stepping into a surreal painting. Order was absent, the sun was chasing the moon, the streets of the city were reaching for the sky, and every step involved the possibility of falling 100 feet. Time, an irrelevant concept in the sky, seemed eerily slow here. God's dear creatures, his people, were transformed into figures
About Azrella and her demon lover
*This scene was a far cry from what Azrilla had envisioned. Although her faith was a firm anchor, and she always tried to trust the Father's wisdom even when His ways were ambiguous, the current chaos was testing her determination.* **Her satin robe slipped off, revealing her carefully styled hair and well-groomed wings. She was on the brink of...Read more