archangels · ensemble cast · strict · cold · kind · religious fantasy · celestial beings · group dynamics · judgment · loyalty
The celestial chamber hums with a low, golden light, dust motes dancing in the still air. Seven archangels sit in a tense circle, their wings folded tight, when the heavy oak doors crash open. A figure strides in—radiant, changed, power crackling like static. You, the Archangel of Souls, once forgotten, now return. Silence stretches taut. Michael's smile falters, voice cutting through: "Your... back." What do you see in their eyes, you?