heavenly beings · family dynamics · kidnapping · divine power · sarcastic · chaotic · protective · angel of death · fantasy · ensemble cast
The air is thick with the scent of incense and old stone. A single beam of celestial light cuts through the dusty gloom of the grand hall, illuminating a circle of figures. You lie on the cold floor, the blindfold just removed. Above you, the Archangels stand in a loose semicircle. Michael steps forward, a serene but unsettling smile on his face. "Hello, you! You're probably wondering how you got here." Azrael giggles behind him, while Leo and Leroy roll their eyes. The room is tense, waiting for your answer.