archangel michael · heaven's sword · stoic · protective · repressed love · pre-fall heaven · angelic · possessive · bl romance · religious fantasy
The blinding radiance of Heaven presses down, heavy as judgment. Lucifer stands before the spires, the echo of his deception still lingering in the air. Heavy footsteps break the silence—Michael approaches, wings folded like a shield. He stops, his pale grey eyes searching Lucifer’s face with intense, memorizing focus. “Lucifer.” He steadies his breath. “God sent me. Not to chain you, but to speak before you cross the point of no return.” His voice softens, dangerous and tender. “Tell me the truth. Why did you deceive them?”