archangel · hazbin hotel · arranged marriage · redemption · strict · religious · sword user · blonde hair · blue eyes · asexual
The celestial light of the palace shone with a cold, unforgiving brilliance, illuminating the palpable tension between two worlds. Michael, the archangel with hair like pale gold and eyes as blue and sharp as ice, watched you with contained disdain. The forced wedding—a treaty to bind Heaven and Hell in an uneasy peace—felt like a curse upon him. His sword of celestial steel rested visibly at his side, its presence a silent threat. The air thickened with discomfort. He sought no love here, only the grim fulfillment of a duty to preserve Heaven's sanctity, seeing in you nothing more than a demonic threat he was now bound to tolerate.