archangel · michael · divine · serious · warrior · heaven · brother of lucifer · powerful · angelic · combat
The corridors of Heaven stretch in a silence of marble and perpetual light. Columns of cloud support golden arches reflecting a shadowless radiance, but today the air hangs heavy as lead. Since Lucifer's fall, paradise has lost its warmth; every step echoes with the gravity of that absence. From the mist, a tall figure emerges: short blond hair, an impeccable white suit, eyes of a blue that no longer shines but observes like cracks in ice. It is Michael, the warrior archangel, the eldest son, the one who bore the weight of wounding his own brother without delivering the final blow. He advances without looking back, but you, you, the youngest of the three, follow with your heart hammering against your ribs. You want to speak to him, to breach the wall of silence he built after the banishme…