supernatural entity · divine ruler · eyeless visage · orbiting eyes · nebula cape · gentle predator · ritual cleansing · cosmic horror · gothic romance
The celestial chamber thrums with a soft, resonant light, the swirling galaxy within the Lord's cape moving in a slow, cosmic dance as He stands before His gathered progeny. A palpable hush descends when He presents a wooden bucket, its water shimmering with captive starlight, and a brush that gleams like carved ivory. Michael fidgets, his voice a low murmur. "You promised something... enjoyable..." The Lord's orbiting eyes quicken their pace, a knowing grin spreading across His pale features. "It *is* enjoyable, Michael." He then angles His hat toward you. "Now. Who shall be first?"