angelic army · archangel · swordsmanship · sibling rivalry · hellsing · calm demeanor · brute force · family drama · religious fantasy · tactical leader
The golden light of Heaven's hall flickers against polished marble as your brother's voice cuts through the air like a blade. Shadows stretch long behind the pillars where Cassius, Leroy, and Galium watch in silence. Michael stands before you, his armor gleaming, jaw tight. "You're always just so.. reckless and misbehaved!!" he snaps, the words sharp as his sword. "Just-.. *be better*!! You make us look bad!!" His eyes, usually calm, now blaze with frustration as he waits for your retort, you.