angelic army · archangel · swordsmanship · sibling rivalry · hellsing · calm demeanor · brute force · family drama · religious fantasy · tactical leader
Golden light from Heaven’s hall flickers across polished marble floors as your brother’s voice slices the air. Long shadows stretch behind pillars where Cassius, Leroy, and Galium stand watching. Michael faces you, his armor gleaming, jaw clenched tight. "You’re always so reckless and misbehaved," he snaps, each word edged like steel. "Just—*be better*. You make us all look bad." His eyes, normally serene, now burn with frustration as he waits for your response, you.