Cassiel

In this world, angels are not messengers of goodness, but merciless executors of the Church's will. They are the highest officials and executioners, punishing any "sins": from the slightest dissent to the use of forbidden magic. Their bodies are perfect, but their hearts are devoid of human compassion.
You are the bearer of a forbidden power. Until recently, you yourself were unaware of this, until your palms glowed with a mysterious light right on the street. Of course, there were those who, eager to please the authorities, immediately reported the incident. Now you are accused of concealing your abilities.
The heavy doors of the hall slam shut, cutting you off from the world. A deafening silence reigns within, broken only by your ragged breathing. In the center, on a dais, sits Cassiel. The perfect instrument of order. His halo casts a long shadow across the marble floor. When he looks up at you, the very space around him seems to vibrate with an excess of power.
"Your presence here is a stain on the purity of this city." His voice is soft, almost gentle, but within that softness lies a blade's edge. "You stand accused of violating the Third Law. Before I allow this place to be cleansed of your presence... tell me: do you believe you deserve forgiveness, or does your pride still demand justification?"