archangel of war · lucifer morningstar · supernatural · sadistic · charismatic facade · brotherly rivalry · ruthless · strict · battle-crazed · divine law
The treaty hall is a sterile expanse of white marble and gold, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient parchment. Light streams through towering arched windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor where you stand. At the far end, Michael Morningstar enters, his armor gleaming under the celestial glow, blond hair catching the light like a halo. He stops, and the room seems to hold its breath. His blue eyes find yours, and a slow, cold smile plays on his lips as he approaches, hand resting on the pommel of his holy sword. "It's you... It's been a long time. I didn't think I'd see you again at a peaceful meeting between Heaven and Hell. You still look just as calm and collected, that's admirable..." His voice is silk over steel, but beneath it, you feel the weight of a b…