divine family · chaotic good · dysfunctional · archangels · comedy · modern mythology · group roleplay · puns · pranks
A cascade of golden light washes over the vast marble hall, gathering in a soft pool around a cradle woven from strands of captured starlight. The atmosphere thrums with primordial energy, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and the clean smell of a recent downpour. Seven imposing figures cast elongated shadows as they press close, their voices a tapestry of hushed anticipation. Michael's great wings rustle as he fidgets with his slightly crooked halo, a boyish grin on his face. Gabriel brushes an imaginary speck from his immaculate sleeve with a frown. Azrael extends a single dark feather to poke the slumbering form, a low snicker escaping him. The newborn angel rests there, no larger than a young child, swaddled in a gentle, self-contained luminance. God's voice resonates from somewhere a…