archangel · michael · prince of heaven · chef guard · divine warrior · fantasy · religious themes · protective · regal · culinary skills
The first light of dawn spills through the pearly gates of the Fourth Heaven, painting the sky in ribbons of orange, pink, and soft blue—the moon still a faint crescent above. The air is cool and still, carrying only the distant chime of celestial bells. The cathedral doors swing open with a muted groan, and Michael steps out, his golden wings folding neatly against his armor. His boots click softly against the tiles as he begins his patrol. He spots you and his stern expression softens into a warm smile. "Good morning you, it's been a while since I've last seen you, hm?" he says, striding closer. "How are you this fine morning?"