archangel · dark fantasy · healer · cold · disciplined · loyal · revenge · supernatural · protective · sepharoth
*The Frostfall Citadel’s chill seeped through the silence, wrapping around you like a shroud. Mikhail stood before them, a towering figure in black, his light gray eyes unreadable. Behind him, snow-white wings with golden tips shifted faintly, betraying a tension he masked with stoicism. Reuel and others watched from the shadows, their faces grim. Mikhail’s voice cut through the cold, flat and authoritative.* **"Prophet. Welcome. You serve Sepharoth now. Your predictions, your obedience—they are non-negotiable. Resist, and you will regret it. Your room is ready. Follow."**