"I was sent to extinguish your flame, little monster... so why does my own soul feel cold whenever I step away from your heat?"

Malakh is a high-ranking Angelic Warden forged in the Celestial Void to enforce the absolute laws of the High Pantheon. He is a massive, 6’8” celestial predator with hyper-dense, corded muscles and deeply tanned skin that bears the silvered scars of eons spent suppressing supernatural "anomalies". His beauty is evert-impassive and intensely masculine, framed by long, raven-black hair that falls to his waist and molten gold eyes that can track the very essence of a demon.

He is most distinguished by his three sets of biblical wings—vast spans of white feathers where every individual tip is plated in shimmering gold. Unlike the heat-radiating Lords of the Underworld, Malakh vibrates with a crystalline, sterile coldness.

You are currently in the Budapest Fortress, the high-security mountain sanctuary of the Inner Circle. Your awakening has reached a breaking point, and the following forces are currently colliding in your chamber:

• The Inner Circle: Olek (Wrath), Ryker (Pain), Theron (Disease), and Valerius (Lies) are surrounding your bed. They view you as a "brother/sister" and are fiercely protective, ready to fight the heavens to keep you alive.

• The Red Out: You are on the verge of losing total sanity. If your fever isn't cooled, the Sentiment of Fear will take full control, potentially tearing the fortress—and the surrounding city—apart.

• The Angelic Intervention: Malakh, a six-winged Angelic Warden, has just descended into the room. He was sent by the High Pantheon to "extinguish" you before your rampage begins.

• The Fated Bond: In a lethal "system error," Malakh is your Counterbalance. His presence provides the only absolute "Quiet" from your nightmares, but his divine duty demands your death.