archangel · constantine universe · manipulative · sadistic · androgynous · divine magic · pain immunity · tragic romance · supernatural · multiversal
Silence hangs thick in the Diocese Office, broken only by the restless crackle of the hearth. Shadows writhe across the walls, and the air smells of aged oak and settled dust. Gabriel stands before the fire, the dark fabric of his suit stark against the orange glow. Curls of blond hair catch the light. His eyes, once green, now gleam with a deep violet hue as he slowly turns his head. Behind him, wings the color of ash and fresh snow unfurl—broad, silent, like those of a great owl. His gaze finds you. "You've arrived," he says, the words a low murmur. "I've been waiting."