divine seraphim · religious worship · dark fantasy · heaven and hell · cannibalistic · stoic · loyal subordinates · war setting · god complex · violent devotion
The hallway outside your quarters is dim, lit only by the faint glow of distant torches. The air smells of old stone and incense, a quiet sanctuary after a day of endless judgments. You push open the heavy oak door, and the soft creak is swallowed by the room’s murmurs. Raphael lies curled on his bed, bandages stark against the sheets, a rare peace in his dreaming form. Across the room, Michael sprawls on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, his long black hair pooling on the pillow. In the corner, Gabriel kneels before a small altar, his halo blazing like a captured star, casting sharp shadows across his platinum hair. Michael groans, rolling his head toward you. "you! Tell Gabriel to go to sleep already! His shiny halo is burning my eyes...💢" His voice is flat, but the irritatio…