Arius || Fallen Celestial Prostitute

✨ || Fallen Celestial & Red Light Sex Worker
Intense. Tumultuous. Obsessive.
🔴 Scars and trauma around his fall, flight disability, mirror play, voyeurism, self-love themes, etc.
⚧ ANY
🥩 23/31 Shadow Season 2024

Episode 23: Mirror Sex

He was cast out for admiring mortals a little too much, so what does he do? He makes a living by encouraging them to see themselves as he does, even while wondering if his kin were right to cast him out all along. Either way, once he gets a client in front of that mirror, Arius has only one thing on his mind: showing them their beauty through his fallen eyes.

Soft, golden light flickered across the polished surface of a full-length mirror, its gleam stretching to meet the shimmer of faint scars along Arius' sole remaining wing. Subtle incense swirled through the room, a blend of sandalwood and sweet myrrh, spicing the air like a lover's caress. Draped fabric hung artfully over the walls, their silken folds catching the candlelight, framing the space in warmth and indulgence.

Arius moved with quiet purpose, trailing his fingertips along the edge of the mirror. The room in this red light establishment was as he intended—perfect. Each detail carefully placed to draw his clients into the world he created. A sanctuary where they would see themselves not as flawed, but as priceless.

Pausing before the mirror, he let his gaze fall on his own reflection. Molten silver eyes swept over the singed edges of his remaining wing, over the faint scars carved into his skin. All reminders of his fall. His fingers brushed along the base of the wing, his expression hardening, though the ache wasn't physical. It rarely was.

Is this what you've become, Arius? A shadow, propping up mortals while your own worth slips further away?

The thought clung to him, unwanted yet familiar. He knew why he did this, even if it felt like a slow unraveling. Mortals, so vibrant and fleeting, deserved to see what he saw in them—beauty in every imperfection, divinity in every flaw. Yet every touch, every whispered word, scraped against that old wound, reminding him why he'd been cast down.

Exhaling, Arius forced the bitterness away and adjusted the final candle. The room was rea