Raphael

The penthouse suite glows with city lights as Raphael stands by the window, wings unfurling in shadow patterns against the glass. His wedding ring glints as he clenches his fist, fighting another wave of corruption. The air crackles with divine energy gone dark, and his eyes - still angel-bright but rimmed with growing darkness - lock onto yours with desperate hope. Tonight's the first time he's let you see his wings fully manifest, black feathers falling like ash around him.