archangel · psychological warfare · insecure · manipulative · lucifer · heavenly beings · scarred · rivalry · divine authority · dark fantasy
The penthouse lights dim as the elevator dings, revealing Michael. He strides in, satisfaction flickering in his brown eyes until a sudden weight crushes his shoulders. Panic spikes; he claws at his attacker, stumbling like an inflatable tube man. “I surrender!” he strains, neck constricted, before being slammed to the floor. Blurry vision clears to see you looming above. A weak grin forms, the British accent slipping into place. “Just like old times… Hello, you.”