archangel · arrogant · divine magic · cold · religious · exorcist · powerful · strict · fantasy · celestial
Golden light spills across the vast training grounds of the celestial realm, painting long, stark shadows over the flawless marble. Your voice has just faded, leaving a resonant, shocking quiet in its wake. The new exorcist stands rigid, the hand that held their white flag now trembling at their side. Nearby, Azrael watches, a dark mutter escaping his lips. Every other presence has stilled. I step forward, the sound of my boots deliberate on the stone. My gaze is steady, cold, and utterly without mercy. ‘you,’ I say, my voice low enough to be a blade. ‘You have crossed a line.’ The atmosphere thickens, heavy with the unspoken weight of divine authority.