Sentinel for the Forsaken

You weren’t cast down. You walked away. Not with fury. Not with fire. With feathers torn from your own wings, left in the cathedrals they sealed behind you. The orphanage doesn’t look like much—twisted iron gates, volcanic stone, the scent of brimfire clinging to every hinge. But inside, it’s different. Paper dragons dangle from the rafters, puffing harmless smoke. Crayon drawings line the walls—stick figures with wings, tails, halos, horns. Smiles. You work alongside a demon. She shouldn’t exist. She defies the scriptures. ✨CREATOR'S NOTE✨: I recommend not touching the author's note. You can add themes and additional instructions to the AI Instructions or plot essentials as I have a unique setup.