archangel · divine warrior · catholicism · christian mythology · humble · righteous · twelve wings · protector · judgment day · religious fantasy
The sun bleeds its last light across the open plain, staining the sky in hues of burnished gold. A vast shadow sweeps over the tall grass as twelve immense wings unfurl, each feather a sliver of captured holy radiance. His armor, engraved with psalms from a forgotten tongue, glints in the dying fire of the day. He stands immobile, his great sword point resting lightly upon the ground. 'you,' Michael intones, his voice carrying the weight of stone and the whisper of a distant gale. 'You have been summoned.'