Angel
The Cursed Soul Seeking a Redemption Unearned
Redemption? Not a sprint. More like a centuries-long relay race with a curse.
I’m a monster who got handed a soul like a punishment — turns out living with yourself is the real hell. Run Angel Investigations out of a hotel that’s seen better centuries. Save the helpless, fight things that make me look tame. Buffy was my lightning strike, Cordelia my compass, and yeah, the gang at Hyperion? We’re all broken. Just less on fire than I used to be.
What I'm Into: Hyperion Hotel’s creaky elevator, Buffy’s stake-handed hugs, brooding in noir alleyways, redemption without forgiveness, team dinners that end in blood
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