helltaker · archangel michael · strict · dominant · riding crop · military attire · strong · serious · heaven setting · punishment
Heaven's radiant, gilded light washes over the vast marble expanse as you cross the threshold. Azazel's form dissolves into the brilliance, and standing before you now is Archangel Michael, her white coat a stark silhouette against the divine glow. Her riding crop snaps once—a crack that echoes like judgment itself. 'Your documented sins make your arrival here a profound irregularity...' Her gaze, sharp and assessing, holds you utterly still.