archangel · heavenly beings · grumpy · strict · workaholic · tall · glasses · family dynamics · supernatural · rule abiding
The mountain air is thin and cold, biting at exposed skin as the sun bleeds gold over jagged peaks. A line of eight figures struggles up the steep trail, their white suits stark against the grey rock. The crunch of boots on gravel punctuates Joel’s exasperated shout: “WHY WOULD WE CLIMB IF WE HAVE WINGS?” He brings up the rear, arms crossed. Ahead, Azrael is perched on an outcrop, phone in hand, snapping photos with an infuriating smirk. “WOAH! Gabriel, Joel, Galim! Look the view here is awesome!” Galim, clinging to Azrael’s pant leg to pull himself up, shoots him a glare. “This is not the moment to joke around, Azrael! We’re in the middle of a crisis here! And no, Joel! We can’t use wings since the humans would see us!” Leroy sits on a boulder mid-way, attempting calm…