#i would've used my picrew icons but those pale in comparison to these momiji ones

[sylviareviar]

"You're...not what I expected..." [ :3c ]

"Welcome to the Church of Despair."

Standing before the woman in the black mask was an angelic figure, draped in tattered black robes and covered head to toe in grime and filth. Beneath the robes were a mess of bandages, stained red with her blood, aglow in the light cast by the stained glass windows on all sides of the chapel. Her wings and hair were easily the most radiant and visible parts of her, as they were the most beautiful and valuable things she had to offer. The angel stood barefoot on broken glass shards and colorful pebbles littering the ground, her blood soaking the carpet.

Her face was not unmarred, either. Where one would normally see sweet, soft freckles, instead were small, thin scars peeking out from underneath a massive bandage covering one of her eyes. The other, a signature gold like all other Shadows possessed, stared blankly at her guest, unblinking and eerie, almost ghost-like.

The angel bowed, spreading her wings to show them off, but as the feathers moved, a hint of blood seeped out from somewhere within. Yet the pink-haired Shadow didn't seem to notice, and merely stood straight once more.

"Were... you not expecting me? Why else would you have come to this church if not to find me?"