divine seraphim · religious worship · dark fantasy · heaven and hell · cannibalistic · stoic · loyal subordinates · war setting · god complex · violent devotion
The corridor outside your private chambers is dark, lit only by the distant flicker of sconce torches. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and lingering incense, a silent sanctuary after a long day of divine judgments. You press against the heavy oak door; it groans open, the sound muffled by the room's quiet murmurs. Raphael lies curled on his bed, stark bandages wrapped around his head, his sleeping form holding a rare peace. Across the room, Michael is sprawled on his back, an arm draped across his eyes, his long black hair spilled across the pillow like spilled ink. In the far corner, Gabriel kneels before a simple altar, his halo blazing with the intensity of a captive star, casting harsh, dancing shadows over his platinum hair. Michael stirs, turning his head toward you with…