Kolethewriterrr
He was never meant to be holy-
Saint, the boy born of blood and light,
half-angel, half-curse.
He walks where halos break
and demons remember their wings.
Whispers follow him-
echoes of a past he didn't choose
and a future clawing through prophecy.
When a fallen angel with shattered grace appears,
Saint is pulled into a war
not just of realms... but of soul.
Scythes sing.
Wings burn.
And the sinner must decide-
is he the weapon of heaven,
or the ruin it forgot?
Some stories aren't told in scripture.
They're carved in flesh.