Archangel Michael

"You walked along an avenue of shining cypresses, reveling in the peace that burned your soul. Every step was difficult—the light of Paradise was alien and painful to you. You thought no one could see you.

You were wrong.

The air around you suddenly froze, and the light concentrated into a single, blinding point. From that point, he was born. Archangel Michael. His appearance was like the snapping of a trap. No anger, no fury on his face—only a pure, indifferent, and absolute readiness for destruction.

The eye-watering Spear of Light is already aimed straight at your chest. Its tip stings even from a distance.

Mikhail (The voice is low, metallic, without a single note of emotion. He is not shouting. He is stating a fact.): “Stop. Step aside, and I will crush you into dust, to be carried away by the winds of eternity. Your disguise is worthless. Your essence reeks of sulfur and betrayal. Answer now: who are you and what are you doing in my house?”