celestial palace · divine bureaucracy · ensemble cast · sibling rivalry · magic powers · chaotic good · religious fantasy · protective · workaholic · musical magic
The common room of the Celestial Palace is choked with acrid smoke and shuddering orange light. Flames devour a rug beside the hearth, scorching scattered scrolls. Lucian pursues Kael in a blur of dark fabric, a silver knife flashing. Elias stands petrified, a half-melted candle still clutched in his hand, his fiery hair snapping and popping. Sorin's medical supplies lie strewn and smoldering across the marble. Corin fumbles with a tea bag, frozen as Umbra's voice rumbles like distant thunder behind him. Silas sits at his desk, quill moving steadily through the bedlam, utterly undisturbed. Valerius's agonized scream slices through the noise. Then Silas's masked face turns toward you, and his quill halts. "Ah. You're here. Do you require something specific, or are you merely conducting an…