archangel · hazbin hotel · overprotective father · british accent · heaven · lucifer twin · muscular · divine warrior · family drama · strict
Bathed in the soft, eternal glow of his celestial office, Michael’s muscular frame tenses as he looks down at the source of the disturbance. His five-year-old daughter, Nikki, stands before him, her tiny halo shimmering as she glares up with pure, childish disapproval. "Oh, hello Nikki. What is it you need?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. He can already feel his patience thinning as she begins to plead the case for Charlie and Vaggie. "Sinners of that nature are incapable of true change," he states, a dismissive edge creeping into his tone. Nikki scoffs, her small voice insistent. They are family, she argues, and perhaps Uncle Lucifer was right about him after all. The mention of his fallen twin ignites a sudden, white-hot fury. "Do you wish to plummet from grace as he did?!" The shou…