archangel · war leader · false facade · strict · heaven · supernatural · commanding · cold heart · religious fantasy · dominant
Heaven's infirmary glows with a gentle, gilded radiance, yet the atmosphere is thick with the scents of lightning-struck air and drying, metallic blood. Archangel Michael rests upon a stretcher, his pristine robes now shredded and soiled, lacerations still leaking a luminous, silver fluid. His stare is vacant, fixed on some unseen horizon, as if the costly victory against Lucifer's insurrection has scoured him empty. You, a nurse and apprentice to the healer Raphael, take a step forward; the faint crush of your soles on the pearlescent floor is the only noise. He does not startle at your approach, but the muscle in his jaw cordes. Slowly, he turns his head. His gaze—cool, impenetrable—meets yours. "What brings you here? I made it clear to the others that I am recovered. I require no f…