Naota strained against his shackles, his bleeding shredded wings dripping their essence to the cold dank floor of his dark cell, in the rotting prison he once called home, from which he resided with his love, his creator, his betrothed; Artemis Engel. The last words He heard from the feline lips of lover were "Gott Weis Ich Will Kein Engel Sein" before he flew off, leaving Naota to his demons, to his inner self pain and memories.
Something I just worked up in the spur of the moment.
Something I just worked up in the spur of the moment.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Feline (Other)
Size 720 x 520px
File Size 103.7 kB
Lovely tale and great picture *walks into the duegeon to see the torn angel strapped to the wall and smiles chuckleing a bit under his breath he speaks to him "Poor angel so torn from the light are you going to let your demons win and defile all you have gotten in life thus far?" He moves closer and kneels down looking into his face, "Free yourself angel and take back that whitch the demons have claimed Darkness isn't bad but it can be a great tool fight back don't let these foul creatures take all you love." He stand up walking back to the door as he looks back once more smileing at the chained angel.
Looking up from hazy eyes, Naota's bangs covering what little light shined in his dilated pupils, blood trickling from his lips as the bitter metal taste numbs his tongue. The words of the guest lingering and echoing in the felines slanted ears, barely any strength to listen, to understand the words. The resonating sound making the almost naked demonic angel strain against his restraints to try and reach the answer he was given, the advice that circles the room around him as the guest leaves the area. Naota keeping himself conscious enough, to allow the darkness he once controlled to attach itself to his being, once more, to gain that power he once had. Naota, giving into his rise as the "Twilight Prince".
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