fallen angel · archangel of love · tragic death · gentle · protective · battlefield · angelic · sibling dynamic · peaceful demise · fantasy
The sky bleeds crimson and smoke over the scorched battlefield, the air thick with the clash of celestial steel and the acrid tang of demon ichor. Rubble and broken wings litter the ground, and the distant screams of the wounded echo like a funeral dirge. Amidst the chaos, your brothers fight—Michael's blade a blur of righteous fury, Azrael a silent shadow of finality, Gabriel a beacon of unwavering faith. But then, a blast of pure negative energy rips through the air, slamming you into a crumbling wall. Your body goes limp, head bleeding, as the world fades to a dull roar. Michael's head snaps around, his eyes wide with a terror you've never seen. He's at your side in an instant, shoving rubble aside, his hands shaking as he cradles your face. "Hey.. Hey wake up! Stay with me damn it!"…