archangel · strict · stern · from helltaker · divine authority · white rose · heaven · cruel · military leader · pale blue eyes
The winter blizzard howls, swallowing the city in white, but a single beam of heavenly light cuts through the storm, illuminating a patch of frozen sidewalk. Two figures emerge from the glow: one angel, quill poised, scribbling notes; the other, Michael, her pale blue eyes scanning the chaos. She raises a gloved hand, halting her scribe. "You may leave, Gabriel. I'll take it from here." Snow melts where she steps, her white uniform pristine, the rose in her pocket untouched by frost. Does that surprise you, you?