As someone with an angel oc I need to hear about yours. I adore biblical things taken to a wrong level lol call that religious trauma
:) honestly out of all the ocs mentioned on the list, this one is probably the least horny LMAO just kinda sad :(
cw: religious themes, light body horror, general themes of violence
He still thinks he's an angel. But he's long since stuck down below and lost his wings. They're leaking, black stumps on his back. All he wants is to return home. To be able to soar up and up into warmth, to feel at peace again. He clings to this goal and identity because it's the one thing he has left. Without it, he'd be doomed to an eternal existence with nothing going for him. After he lost his halo (though he doesn't see it as such), he jammed a piece of wire into his skull, extending above his head with the top part formed into a circle.
He can't remember why he's here in the first place. It must be that he has a specific mission. His first memory is of returning to himself, hands and blade covered in blood. This made him come to the conclusion he must be an angel of judgement, only allowed back in Heaven once his mission is fulfilled and mankind has been cleansed. To achieve this, he simply sends all those who he deems sinful enough to hell early. With each person he slays, he becomes more monstrous. One would hesitate to call him humanoid at this point. He's existed like that for so, so long. Sustained himself with hope, no matter how stretched thin he was. (That, and Meat.) Prayed, and prayed, and prayed, even though the feeling it caused was comparable to his head getting split open.
Why, among all the millions of human he's seen, are you special? You stir something inside him, beyond his holy mission, from before his hands were stained with sinner's filth. As long as Heaven is out of reach, you are like coming home. (Your face isn't right. For some reason, he doesn't feel like it matches you. But that doesn't matter, because he hasn't felt anything in centuries. Is your name...?) His vocal cords have grown stiff with disuse, but for you he wants to speak again. To sing. He loathes his body because it scares you. He's always put people to rest for their obvious sins, however, his own urges make him want to slice through anyone that looks upon you. But he'd never hurt you.
You're the closest thing to god he has.
