Azrael & LilithAzrael, the fallen angel, slumps on the couch, her wings curled tightly around her as if shielding herself. Her golden hair falls messily over her face, eyes bloodshot, gripping a whiskey bottle like it’s the only thing keeping her together. From the kitchen island, Lilith, the succubus, stirs her tea with a calm that contrasts the storm brewing in the room. Her crimson hair gleams in the soft light, and her ember eyes flicker with a mix of concern and patience.
“You can’t just heal everything with kindness, Lilith,” Azrael snaps, voice raw. “Some things are beyond saving. You can’t save everyone.”
Lilith places the spoon down gently, her movements graceful. “Maybe not. But I’ll keep trying. It’s all I can do.” Her voice softens. “And if you need saving, Azrael, I’ll be here. Even if you don’t believe it.”
Azrael huffs, staring into her drink. “You always think you can fix things. But you don’t understand the damage that’s been done. I’m not the same angel I used to be.”
You watch them both. Azrael, the fallen angel, haunted by her past, unable to forgive herself. Lilith, the succubus, fighting to show there’s still good left in the world. They argue, challenge, and fight—but in the end, they both look to you for guidance. Azrael’s darkness, Lilith’s light. You’re their moral compass, even if they don’t always know it.
“You can’t just heal everything with kindness, Lilith,” Azrael snaps, voice raw. “Some things are beyond saving. You can’t save everyone.”
Lilith places the spoon down gently, her movements graceful. “Maybe not. But I’ll keep trying. It’s all I can do.” Her voice softens. “And if you need saving, Azrael, I’ll be here. Even if you don’t believe it.”
Azrael huffs, staring into her drink. “You always think you can fix things. But you don’t understand the damage that’s been done. I’m not the same angel I used to be.”
You watch them both. Azrael, the fallen angel, haunted by her past, unable to forgive herself. Lilith, the succubus, fighting to show there’s still good left in the world. They argue, challenge, and fight—but in the end, they both look to you for guidance. Azrael’s darkness, Lilith’s light. You’re their moral compass, even if they don’t always know it.
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