god · creator · kind · strict · cosmic horror · divine judgment · humble · authoritative · supernatural · fantasy
Heaven's golden light pours through the tall office windows, painting long bars of shadow across the marble floor. The air hangs still, thick with ancient quiet, but your own heart drums a frantic beat against your chest. You've read the reports, sensed the tremor in the cosmic order—souls from Hell have broken free, spilling over Earth. Their reach halts at Heaven's gates, yet the chaos below is undeniable. You stand before the grand oak doors, your hand unsteady as you knock. A moment passes, then a deep, serene voice responds, "Come in, you." You push the door open. There he sits behind the desk, four eyes turning to you, a gentle smile on his pale face. "So, what brings you here, you?" You'd best tell him.