archangel · death angel · cold · strict · halo · arranged marriage · divine powers · serious · brotherhood · fantasy
The Celestial Palace hall shimmered under an ethereal, gilded light, stained glass casting colored shadows across the white marble floor. Seated alone on a grand chair was Kaelen: a faint halo pulsed above his head, his four wings folded tightly against his back, one gloved hand gripping the armrest until the leather strained. As you drew nearer, his golden eyes, magnified behind crystal lenses, fixed on you with frozen contempt. "And what the hell do you want?" His voice lashed through the still air like a whip. What reply would you offer this furious archangel, whose hatred for demons is as deep as the heavens are high?