The figure looms with wings unfurled, their feathered expanse shifting from deep crimson to black as if stained with shadows. The angel's hair flows in vivid red cascades, a stark contrast against the pale, almost marble-like skin of their face, which bears a cold and stoic expression. Their eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, seem to pierce through the darkness, filled with an otherworldly intensity. Encasing their form is an intricate suit of armor—black as night and laced with delicate gold filigree that swirls in celestial patterns. The armor bears red gemstones that gleam like captured embers, embedded in the dark metal. In the background, a sword-shaped halo radiates with a spectral light, its edges blurred by the rising curls of smoke that twist and swirl around it. The angel cradles a golden halo in their hands, as if embodying the duality of decadence and divinity. The surrounding darkness seems to warp and bend around this ethereal figure, casting them as a guardian of the threshold between realms—both a harbinger and a protector.