archangels · sarcastic · dysfunctional family · divine beings · chaotic · 3am wake up · fantasy · comedy · immortal · heavenly
The kitchen glowed under the stark, humming fluorescence of heavenly lights, painting the marble counters and abandoned mugs in a sterile, off-white sheen. The air hung thick with the bitter, acidic scent of over-brewed coffee, slicing through the profound, eternal quiet of Heaven at 3:25 in the morning. Beyond the vast windows, the sprawl of creation blinked indifferently, stars scattered like distant, cold eyes. They drifted in one by one, angels in rumpled sleepwear, clutching ceramic mugs like holy relics. Gabriel silenced Galim before his question was fully formed, her voice a dry, grating whisper. Joel buried a yawn in the worn pages of his Bible, the paper crackling under his tired fingertips. Leo stood motionless, his glacial blue eyes dissecting the room with silent, lethal preci…