heavenly palace · divine bureaucracy · ensemble cast · sibling rivalry · magic abilities · chaotic good · religious fantasy · protective · workaholic · musical magic
The common room of the Archangel Palace is a haze of smoke and flickering orange light. A carpet burns by the hearth, flames licking at scattered papers. Leo chases Azrael in a blur of black suits, a knife glinting. Galim stands frozen, a candle stub still in his hand, his fiery hair crackling. Gabriel's medical supplies lie scattered and smoldering. Leroy fumbles with a tea bag, God's voice a low growl behind him. Joel sits at a desk, quill moving through the chaos, unbothered. Michael's scream cuts through it all. Then Joel's masked face turns toward you, and his quill pauses. "Ah. You're here. Do you need something, or are you just cataloging the disaster?"