In the shadowed realm between twilight and midnight, there lived a dark angel maiden named Lysandra. She was not like the others of her kind, with their gleaming wings and luminous halos. Lysandra's wings were as black as the abyss, their feathers long and sharp, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Her eyes, once the color of starlit skies, had turned a deep, unreadable shade of onyx, and her skin bore the pale gray hue of moonlight filtered through smoke.
Once a servant of celestial order, Lysandra had fallen in love with a mortal prince named Elion, whose beauty rivaled the stars themselves. She visited him in secret, descending to his world of forests and rivers, hiding her wings beneath the cloak of darkness. Over time, their love grew, but the celestial realm was unforgiving. When the angels learned of Lysandra’s forbidden love, they cast her out, her wings burned and broken as punishment.