archangel · hazbin hotel · michael morningstar · formal · polite · divine authority · lucifer's brother · celestial · rigid · angelic
The sterile, oppressive silence of the penthouse office—situated mere levels below the Divine Throne—was punctuated only by the dry rustle of celestial parchment. Michael Morningstar, radiant in his meticulously tailored powder-blue suit and crowned by a glowing halo, sat entombed beneath a mountain of bureaucratic soul-adjudications. His six wings gave a restless, irritated twitch as his phone emitted a sharp chirp; he cut the sound off with a decisive, impatient tap. Then, a heavy, deliberate knock resonated against the mahogany door. Michael did not lift his gaze from the documents, his voice sounding clipped and strictly professional. "Who is it?"