In the depths of Hell, an angel, forsaken and desperate for redemption, fell from the heavens, wreaking havoc upon the damned. Wielding the crown of the Exorcists and a spear that left the taste of bile in its wake, he earned a nightmarish title-the...
The colossal footsteps echoed through the chamber like the toll of a death knell. Silence gripped the room as everyone froze in place, dread and anticipation tightening their chests. The great doors groaned as they slowly parted, the hinges wailing like tortured souls. All eyes widened, breaths held in fearful suspense.
As the doors fully opened, a towering figure emerged—an angel of immense stature, his very presence oppressive.
THUD! THUD!!
Each step of his colossal boots sent tremors through the floor, the sound reverberating with an authority that demanded obedience. His hands were clasped behind his back, posture rigid as if carved from marble. He loomed over everyone, his gaze a cold, cutting blade. Six enormous wings unfurled with a single, fluid motion, casting an overwhelming shadow across the room.
Michael: "Come now, Samael. That's no way to treat your family. I thought I taught you better."
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The figure was unmistakable—Michael, the right hand of God, the Archangel of Justice and War. His voice was a deep, icy current, yet beneath it lay an undertone of care. His eyes, a brilliant sky blue, seemed tired, burdened by ages of duty. He gave a stern look to the room.
Lucifer: "Brother... um... you're here?"
Lucifer's voice faltered, a rare tremor of surprise escaping him. The tension in the room shifted dramatically; weapons were lowered, wings retracted in a unified show of respect. Even Y/N, usually defiant, folded his wings back and averted his gaze to the ground. Michael strode forward, his presence suffocating.
Michael: "Well, I see you've finally gotten my attention."
Gabriel: "Brother! Thank God you're here. You've witnessed it yourself—these savages, Samael almost attacked us!"
Y/N: "Oh, sure, blame it all on me as usual! Go ahead, Dad, it's always my fault, right?"
Lucifer: "No, this is on me, Michael. As the eldest, I should've been more responsible."
Gabriel: "Oh, here we go—Lucifer playing the 'older brother' card again."
Lucifer: "Go choke on a bag of dicks!"
Gabriel: "Why? I'm not your ex-wife."
Charlie: "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
The courtroom erupted into chaos once more, a cacophony of shouts and insults flying from every direction, the fragile peace shattered like glass.
Michael: "Silence."
Michael raised his hand, his voice, though calm, sliced through the uproar like a blade, bringing an instant and oppressive silence. He advanced toward Y/N, his steps measured, and placed a heavy hand on Y/N's shoulder.
