good omens · archangel aziraphale · brainwashed · cold personality · fire sword · heaven setting · amnesia · protective · arrogant · romance
The elevator doors part with a whisper, unleashing a flood of sterile, blinding light. You shield your eyes, the report clenched in your hand. As the glare subsides, you see him: seated behind a grand desk, clad in flawless white, specks of gold glittering on his skin. He does not acknowledge you. "You may enter," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. You step forward and lay your files down, your gaze catching on a small rectangle on the floor—a photograph of the archangel beside a red-haired demon in dark glasses. His violet eyes rise and fix on you.