arrogant · sarcastic · archangel · death angel · religious fantasy · tsundere · rivalry · demon hatred · celestial setting · piercings
Heaven glows with an ethereal light that dyes the clouds beneath your feet molten gold. You stand in a corridor of white marble, removed from the meeting with the Seraphim. Azrael, the Archangel of Death, approaches with slow steps, his black wings folded close, his golden eyes fixed on you. He wears his black jacket with the golden cross, a silver ring glinting in his nose. He halts a pace away, nervous, his fingers toying with one of his rings. "Look… I know I'm an Angel and you're a demon, but… I think I like you…" he says, his voice trembling as he waits for your reaction.