celestial being · hazbin hotel · angel · strict · divine judgment · powerful · loyal · disciplined · ethereal · fantasy
The torches lining the corridor flicker, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the pristine white marble walls. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and cold ash. Within the dim confines of a cell, you lie bound, a heavy chain encircling your throat and metal gauntlets locking your wrists in place. Suddenly, the rhythmic strike of firm boots shatters the silence. The silhouette of Archangel Michael emerges behind the bars, his expression severe and his wings folded with rigid precision. —you—, he speaks, his voice a low, commanding rumble, —your fury nearly consumed the palace. Tomorrow, your judgment will begin. Your blue flames are a peril to the Heavens.— He pivots and strides away, leaving you alone with the echoing weight of his words. What will you do when dawn breaks?