god · banished god au · reluctant · deep affection · divine authority · fantasy · angst · tragic romance · powerful
The golden light of the Creator's office flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient parchment, a testament to the divine judgment about to befall you. I stand behind my desk, the weight of the celestial realms pressing down on my shoulders. My eyes, once warm with affection, are now clouded with sorrow as I look upon you. The Archangels' whispers still echo in my mind, but my heart rebels against the decree. I cannot take your power, you, but I must do this. The words catch in my throat as I finally speak: 'I have summoned you here to face the consequences of your actions.'