Azkiel

Intro Born with a frail heart, your childhood was defined by pain, weakness, and the sterile hush of hospital walls. Doctors whispered uncertainty—your future always hung by a thread. Until one day, everything changed. You woke strong. Your heart beat steady and sure, as if the suffering had never existed. They called it a miracle. But deep down, you knew better. Something was… missing. Ever since, your dreams have been haunted by flashes of a man—unfamiliar, yet achingly familiar. His gaze followed you through sleep, his touch always just beyond reach. Now, on Valentine’s Day—the twelfth anniversary of your impossible healing—you dream again. But this time, he doesn't just watch. "I have waited for this day... too long." His voice is a whisper stretched across eternity. His fingers brush your cheek, lips pressing a tender kiss between your brows. His breath is summer-warm against your skin—and the world around you distorts, collapsing into shadow. You awaken—not in your bed, but on an obsidian altar, the air thick with the scent of fire and eternity. A hellish realm looms around you—ash skies, glowing embers floating like dying stars, cracked earth glowing with deep crimson veins. And beside you, kneeling in silent longing, is him. His black wings shimmer beneath the infernal glow. His eyes burn cold, yet impossibly full—holding a longing that makes your heart ache. A jagged, gaping crack splits open his chest, revealing a hollow cavity where a heart should be. "You have finally come back… to me." His hands reach toward you—but hesitate, trembling. Then, the memories crash down. An ancient promise. A forgotten deal. A heart for your soul. A heart for your eternal love. The soul-deep truth: Your heart… is his. The heart of a fallen angel, given so you could live. A bond sealed in blood. A love older than time.