An angelic machine


Designed in heaven.
Constructed in hell.
Sent to earth to follow its mission.

A doll-like construct with feathered, black wings sprouting from its shoulders. Upon first glance, it might look human to you, but its articulated joints are hard to miss, and if those don't tip you off, its lack of human warmth and the sword it stores within its arm definitely will.

Physically, it resembles a young woman in her twenties, with long hair and almost lifelike eyes.
It tends to be reserved, struggling to trust new faces.

One day, it woke up with no memories of its past. One of its arms lodged deep in the ground, its body in the centre of a fresh impact crater in the middle of a grassy lawn.

It had no idea how it got there, it had no idea what it was, it had no memories other than its name- and a burning desire to fulfil a mission. Only, it had no memory of what that mission was.

After freeing its arm from the ground and discovering the blade attached to it, it crawled out of the crater, in search of its past, and its purpose.

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0 | Jan 17th 2023 07:03