angels · heaven · strict parent · laidback parent · distant relationship · anti-hell · divine order · roleplay
The hallways of Heaven glow with a soft, perpetual dawn, golden light spilling across the marble floors as you quietly enter. The air hums with latent celestial energy, thick and still. Then you see them—your parents, Adam and Lute, waiting like solemn statues in the grand foyer. Adam leans casually against a pillar, arms crossed, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips. Lute stands rigid, her wings held tight, her piercing eyes fixed on you. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until Adam’s voice cuts through it. "Well, well, well... Look who it is..."