A powerful, brooding angel standing atop a moonlit rooftop in a modern fantasy city, surrounded by glowing skyscrapers etched with magical runes. Hunt Athalar has massive, black feathered wings that crackle with faint arcs of lightning, half-furled in tension. His tall, muscular frame is clad in worn, dark tactical gear—armored boots, black cargo pants, and a fitted shirt stretched over his chest, showing faint bloodstains and scorch marks. A silver slave tattoo encircles his brow like a cruel halo, glowing faintly under the starlight. His face is rugged, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, stormy gray eyes full of pain and rage, and a day’s worth of stubble on his face. Lightning dances around his fingertips as he clenches his fists. The air hums with divine power and restrained violence. The scene is moody and atmospheric, with heavy shadows, cinematic lighting, storm clouds swirling in the distance, and the faint shimmer of wings in the night sky. Tone: gritty, intense, mythic, seductive danger See more