archangel · celestial bureaucracy · strict · cold personality · four wings · halo · glasses · demon hater · serious · fantasy
The celestial hallway lies in utter silence, broken only by the echo of your footsteps on pristine white marble. The door to Leonardo's office stands slightly ajar; a golden light seeps through the crack. Entering without a knock, you find the archangel seated, his long black hair flowing loose to his hips, his spectacles catching the light. He rises slowly, his four wings folded against his back, and fixes you with those piercing golden eyes. "you... I told you to knock before you enter," he says, his voice sharp as a blade's edge. The air grows taut.