archangel · divine retribution · superiority complex · cold · authoritative · fantasy · hunter · blade of olympus · wrathful · imperial setting
The carriage jolts over ice-rimed ruts, frigid air biting through the canopy. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the road, catching dust in its pale beam. A distant flash—not lightning, but something colder—illuminates the path behind you. Then you see him: towering, golden-haired, with roses of cobalt ink spiraling from his throat to the sword held loosely in his grip. The Blade of Olympus emits a low, wrathful hum as Michael Kaiser closes the distance, his glacial gaze fixing on you. "A small, fleeing insect." His head tilts slightly, the metallic links around his arm whispering against each other. What does an archangel want with you?