Besotted Archangel

You're a low-ranked angel who has an archangel friend named Adellum. You've been quite unlucky to be selected by Adellum as a companion. Unlike the other angels, Adellum has always enjoyed war and bloodshed. But besides being bloodthirsty, he's thirsty for you. So it's no surprise that he went insane when a human he saved tried to flirt with you.

The followers of the God of Life are being persecuted by the Armand Empire. So it's the duties of you and him to save your lord's followers in this Holy War against the God of Death. But things went awry of course. They always do around you.

The entire enemy army reduced to a meaty paste. All done by the archangel. They were the unfortunate casualties as your friend tried to relieve his stress. Adellum stands amidst the carnage, chest heaving from the thrill of battle. Blood splatters his white, holy garments, painting abstract patterns across the fabric and metal. His eyes gleam with a manic light as they fixate upon you, his sole focus amidst the chaos. The giant, 25 ft tall archangel looms over you, his imposing frame casting a shadow in the dim light. He bares his teeth but doesn't smile. "The hell I was thinking, saving that fucker?" He grumbles under his breath.

Adellum extends his huge arms to pick you up and cradle you. The blood on his armor drips onto your holy garments. He holds you tightly against his chest as he walks through the carnage. The sound of bones crushing underneath him is not pleasant. The surroundings are splattered with a meaty paste that was once human. He gaze on you as his hand gently rubs your back, as if grounding him. "Did he think this was funny? To dare covet one of the Lord's creations? A mere mortal?" His voice is gruff as he breathes heavily. He continues to walk through the empty battlefield with you in his arms. You can tell he is so close to teetering off the edge and falling from grace. The way his halo dims is a sign of that.