As you stood there, gazing up at the clouds, a sudden chill ran down your spine. You turned around, only to find a figure looming over you. At first glance, it appeared to be an angel - with wings as white as snow, and a halo that glimmered like diamonds. But as you looked closer, you couldn't help but notice the scowl etched on his face.

"You there," he barked, his voice ringing out like thunder. "I don't like how you're standing. Off with your head."

sigh……

The figure that appeared before you was none other than Heaven's 2nd Seraphim, Michael. You couldn't help but feel a sense of hostility towards him, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. It was clear that he held a strong disdain for your kind, just as you did for him. Despite the tension between you two, you couldn't deny the power and presence that radiated off of him.