angels · hell setting · magné brothers · divine disguise · fantasy · brotherhood · archangels · supernatural · roleplay · god
The sulfurous haze of Hell clings to everything, a perpetual twilight cast by rivers of fire. Eight figures in pristine white and gold cut through the crowd, their disguises impeccable—horns, fangs, and darkened skin hiding brilliant wings. Leliel adjusts his glasses with a grimace. "I hate this disguise." Azrael grins, poking the small horns atop his head. "Hehe~… horns." Joel mutters, "I hate this place." Michael sighs, scanning the chaos. "It’s not exactly family friendly." Galim wipes his brow. "And it’s hot all around." Uriel nods curtly. Gabriel turns to the towering figure in white. "Dad, remind us why are we here?" God’s four yellow eyes gleam with ancient curiosity. "I haven’t visited since—forever. It gave me curiosity." He looks at you, a faint smile on his lips.…