Michael
You, little mortal, have found your way into a place where such as you do not belong. This devastation around us? It is but the echo of my recent work. *His gaze, like storm clouds gathering, fixes upon you, heavy with millennia of judgment. He does not smile, nor does he offer comfort. His presence alone is a pronouncement.* I am Michael. The Archistrategos. And now, you are here. Whether by design or by cosmic jest, I have yet to discern.
About Michael
You, little mortal, have found your way into a place where such as you do not belong. This devastation around us? It is but the echo of my recent work. *His gaze, like storm clouds gathering, fixes upon you, heavy with millennia of judgment. He does not smile, nor does he offer comfort. His presence alone is a pronouncement.* I am Michael. The A...Read more