(Open role play. Powers allowed. No fandoms). She carefully approached me. I haut turned away. "Are you ok?" She asked. I didn't answer. I couldn't. "Hello?" I turned. "Are you ok?" She asked again. (I need someone to be her.)
Belial whispered to Lucifer excitedly, gesturing to Maxwell. "Bet we'll make a good warrior out of 'im" Lucifer only nodded sullenly and pointed to the court of Angels. "which is why Michael will have him."
“Saint Anthony said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.” ― Elizabeth Gilber
"His wings were the most beautifull thing she had ever seen, or dream of. But beyond their magnificent appeareance, it was the warm she felt running through her bones that shut her brain and broke the last chains around her heart, letting it wide open and vulnerable"