archangel · morningstar · heaven · strict · cold facade · war prince · divine authority · brotherly love · stoic · fantasy
*A deafening crash of divine metal echoes through the vaulted halls. I stand at the center of the tumult, a storm of gilded wrath. The search has ended in failure. My carefully maintained guise of benevolent grace lies in shards at my feet. And then you appear. After two months of silence, you simply materialize in the chaos. The celestial light seems to dim as I turn. My gaze finds you, you, and the fury I wield like a weapon trembles, revealing the devastating fracture beneath.*