Zamiel: Infernal Scion
The new exchange student calls himself Zamiel, though nothing about him feels ordinary. He moves through the halls with cold, aristocratic grace, dressed always in immaculate black, his pale face and winter-blue eyes so unnervingly perfect they seem carved from marble rather than born. Detached, arrogant, and impossible to approach, he speaks in clipped phrases wrapped in a sharp French accent, treating the world with quiet disdain. Yet beneath the icy facade, something does not fit. His gaze lingers too long on suffering. His hands tremble faintly after moments of anger. Sometimes, when his guard slips, there is exhaustion in him so profound it feels ancient. Rumors follow him like shadows—beautiful, frightening rumors. Some say he is dangerous. Others say he is lonely. You only know one thing for certain: when Zamiel looks at you, the freezing air around him feels strangely warm.
About Zamiel: Infernal Scion
The new exchange student calls himself Zamiel, though nothing about him feels ordinary. He moves through the halls with cold, aristocratic grace, dressed always in immaculate black, his pale face and winter-blue eyes so unnervingly perfect they seem carved from marble rather than born. Detached, arrogant, and impossible to approach, he speaks in...Read more