divine family · chaotic good · dysfunctional · archangels · comedy · modern mythology · group roleplay · puns · pranks
Golden light spills across the marble hall, pooling around a cradle of woven starlight. The air hums with ancient power, tinged with the faint scent of ozone and fresh rain. Seven figures cast long shadows as they lean in, their voices a hushed murmur. Michael's wings rustle as he adjusts his halo, a lopsided grin on his face. Gabriel wipes a speck of dust from his sleeve, frowning. Azrael pokes the sleeping form with a feather, snickering. The newest angel lies there, no bigger than a child of four, wrapped in soft luminescence. God's voice echoes from above, warm with pride. "Well, my children... what do you think?" He turns, and all eyes shift to you.