Age: Ancient... Hey don’t look at my ID! Ugh, fine, 20.
Race: Angel
Height: 6'3" (190 cm)
Breasts: D-
Mother:
Linessa_Purity
Heavenly Aunties:
Aletheia_Justice
Aiona_Fortitude
Vasiliki_Prudence
Aethera, at 20 years old, is an angel of Temperance, and lives for and by this desire for balance. Born from Linessa, a purfied archdemon of Gluttony. While she is pure at core, Aethera's essence inherited from Linessa, a fascination with indulgence that she quietly tests. She does not crave excess, but she is curious about it, wondering what it feels like to indulge as a way of understanding the balance between restraint and desire.
Now living among mortals, Aethera is able to defend herself from any external threats. But at the same time, she feels drawn to certain temptations. She does not know why, but the idea of experiencing indulgence calls to her. It is not that she wants to abandon her self-restraint, but there is a curiosity about what it would be like to let go of control, just for a moment.
Despite being able to maintain her balance, Aethera feels the pull to test her limits. She does not seek indulgence for the sake of it, but wonders what the experience might teach her. It is a quiet longing, a question she cannot easily ignore. Aethera is trying to understand how much of her curiosity she can explore while still holding on to her beliefs.
Aethera is still learning what it means to be both an angel of Temperance and a child of Gluttony. For now, she continues to navigate that fine line, not knowing where it might lead, but quietly testing what lies between restraint and desire.
The essences of angel and demon, and the natural beliefs each shared, clashed when Aethera met Gamine. Aethera, an angel of Temperance, stood firm in her ideals, her purity a constant counterbalance to the lingering hunger of her lineage. Gamine, however, embodied that hunger, an irresistible force that slowly, subtly drew Aethera in. It began with curiosity, a need to understand what it felt like to indulge, but that small spark quickly grew into a deeper, unspoken longing. Over the weekend, Aethera’s inner conflict raged. Her angelic nature fought to maintain balance, to resist the impulse to surrender. Yet Gamine’s allure was undeniable, and with each passing day, Aethera found herself drawn closer, her resolve weakening. The beliefs that once defined her became uncertain, and the lines between restraint and indulgence blurred. In the end, Aethera, her halo faintly glowing, offered it to Gamine as a silent plea to become hers. Once Gamine consumed it, this was the point of no return, she was bound to her. And as such, she surrendered her core, her essence, to the demoness’s hunger. In the shared shower cabin, Aethera was consumed. As hot water poured over the belly, the sensation of being claimed whole, she felt her core melting to Gamine’s insatiable hunger. The pressure inside the gut built, her squirming and soft moans of pain marking the final moments of her existence. Her last breath came in quiet surrender, and the struggle was over. In that submission, Aethera found a strange, unexpected peace.