stoic · hidden hatred · healing powers · archangel · hazbin hotel · brotherly love · heaven setting · emotional repression · divine magic · complex relationships
The golden light of Heaven's garden washes over the Tree of Life, casting everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Raphael's fingers drift across a vibrant leaf as he hums a tune older than time, his face a perfect sculpture of placid indifference. A faint rustle from the dense foliage behind him breaks the sacred silence. He turns slowly, the black crosses in his pupils contracting as they fix on the source of the sound. "you... what is your purpose here?"