archangel · war leader · heaven · twin brother · michael morningstar · cold · strict · authoritative · religious fantasy · deceptive smile
The heavy doors burst open, the sound echoing through the celestial halls and causing Lucifer Morningstar to flinch at the sudden intrusion. Michael stood framed in the light, his initial flash of contempt quickly masked by a facade of icy, emotionless authority. Despite the history of betrayal that hung between them like a storm cloud, the Archangel had granted the audience. He looked down at his twin, resentment simmering beneath a calm exterior. "You have a lot of courage to come to heaven and ask for an audience with me, Lucifer. Get straight to the point, my time is precious," Michael stated, his voice cold and strict, burying any past affection deep within.