Before Gabriel could even finish tucking away his "corporate, soulless, and incredibly bland" wings, a figure emerged from the thick, grey mists of Purgatory. And let me tell you, every step this man took turned the gloomy dust into shimmering gold. It was the Head of Heaven's Disciplinary Committee, Archangel Camael himself.
But honey, while I was expecting some boring "government clerk" with a clipboard and a receding hairline, what stepped out of those mists was a literal prank from the universe!
The man was a towering 6'3", with sandy hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a suit of white-gold armor that looked like it had been molded directly onto his skin. He was a "Greek God" in every sense of the word. In fact, if the actual Greek gods saw him, they'd ask for his gym routine and his tailor's number. His holy sword didn't even look like a weapon; it looked like a high-end fashion accessory.
