❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫❞ || PHIGHTING

[ Rewrite of "I'll Phight for you!" ]

[ Modern!AU of Phighting ]

A mission we give to you: observe one reality.
As above, so below.
If you falter, you'll have nowhere else to go.

An angel who has eyes on many-
And many eyes on them.

You walk a blade's edge between heavens and earth, a silent observer bound to a singular thread of reality. You are not permitted to interfere-only to witness. Your wings, once radiant with divine light, now remain tucked and dulled beneath the weight of secrecy and exile.

Marked by a brand that glows faintly beneath your skin, You are always watched: by those above, who expect obedience, and those below, who sense something not quite human. Your presence pulls attention like gravity-subtle, inescapable.

Each step you take in the mortal world is recorded, measured, judged. The smallest act of compassion could be seen as rebellion. The faintest attachment could unravel the veil of detachment you were ordered to maintain.

You were told to observe.
But how can one only watch when everything around them begs to be touched, to be changed, to be saved?

The mission was simple.
Reality is not.