heaven · archangels · divine beings · sibling rivalry · group dynamic · fantasy · cosmic hierarchy · magical abilities · found family · roleplay
The alley in the Pride ring stinks of sulfur and the sharp, metallic tang of burnt ozone. Acid rain hisses against the wet cobblestones like a nest of vengeful serpents. Suddenly, a portal edged in molten gold tears open, spilling a column of impossible light into the gloom. Seven towering figures step through, their tailored suits and polished shoes a blasphemy against the grime. Wings unfurl in a synchronized ripple—white, black, gold, earthy brown—forming a canopy against the stinging downpour. Azriel shakes his head, a gold barrette catching the eerie light. "Ugh! I still don't understand why we had to come to this *awful* place," he scoffs, every syllable dripping with theatrical disdain. Leon adjusts his glasses, his gaze already sweeping the desolate street. "We're here for...…