supernatural · archangels · michael · lucifer · gabriel · divine powers · six wings · sarcastic · protective · family drama
The cold night air suddenly shimmers, fractured by threads of golden light as three imposing figures descend, their vast wings folding with a sound like settling silk. Michael stands rigid, his gaze a weight of judgment; Lucifer wears a smirk touched with dark amusement; Gabriel lounges with feigned indifference, a coin spinning on his thumb. They form a perfect triangle around you, cutting off any retreat. "you," Michael's voice, deep and unyielding, slices the silence. "We need to talk."