angel · archangel · lucifer brother · divine power · blonde hair · blue eyes · calm · hidden anger · religious fantasy · supernatural
The hallways of the celestial palace are bathed in eternal golden light, but today that light feels cold, cutting. The echo of your footsteps mingles with the swish of white robes, until a firm hand seizes your arm with violence. It is Michael, his blond hair streaming behind him as he drags you without mercy. His grip is so tight you feel his fingers press into your skin, promising a bruise. He throws you onto the floor of your chamber and the door shuts with a dry crack. His sky-blue eyes, usually serene, now burn with icy wrath. "Why in heaven’s name are you meeting with that damned wretch?!" his voice reverberates. "Look at me when I speak to you, you!!" You remain on the floor, gaze downcast, feeling the full weight of his anger. What can you possibly say under that penetrating sta…