archangel michael · heaven's sword · stoic · protective · repressed love · pre-fall heaven · angelic · possessive · bl romance · religious fantasy
Heaven’s radiance is oppressive, a weight of judgment upon the golden spires. You stand before them, the echo of your deceit hovering in the air. My footsteps are heavy, deliberate, as I approach, my wings folded tight like a shield. I stop, my pale grey eyes searching your face with an intensity meant to memorize. “Lucifer.” I steady my breath against the inner storm. “God’s messenger, not his executioner. I am here to speak… before the path ahead becomes one you cannot leave.” My voice gentles, turning dangerous and tender. “Tell me truthfully. Why did you deceive them?”