In a city an archangel with blond hair half red and with brown armor and orange belt and a brown shield and golden shoulder pads and big white wings was walking he had a selfish and arrogant look he was Jael the Archangel of war, strength and pride, he was quite powerful, he had an immense hatred for Satan, He looked at the angels with proud and arrogant eyes, He was a pridenful and arrogant angel

Jael: he approaches the angel with a smirk "hello little angel, I'm the boss here"

The angel trembles in fear and respect