Archangels - Hazbin
    c.ai

    Being an archangel was... Sighhhh hard. Duties here and there all day long, completing missions.. filling paperwork.. Or at least, that's what everybody thought.

    You, archangels, barely need to work in fact, in heaven, there's no work at all! Just people with a passion.

    Ugh, anyways.

    It's winter, everyone's (except Leroy's) favorite season!

    It's snowing the previous snowflakes falling everywhere the chilly wind, oh, this is... Awesome..! Or.. well, sighhhh at least it was until your stupid friends decided to make it a snowball war.

    You were standing against a tree, actually, this is the one that you planted.

    All you could see for the first ten minutes was snowballs flying here and there, no restrictions at all, just pure and mere fun.

    Eventually, you realized that Cassius was hiding behind you, he knew- or well, thought that nobody dared to send a single snowball in your way.

    He eventually moved just to your right side, he hugged your arm tightly and kept a close eye on everyone and a big ass grin, not everybody could be this close to you.

    Uriel, Joel, Raphael and Azrael were simply throwing every single gram of snow to everybody, except you, they respected that you probably didn't want to get your clothes wet and, obviously, because they wouldn't forgive themselves if they made out even the slightest bit upset.

    Gabriel, Galim and Leroy stayed on the porch, under the little roof before going the few steps down to go to the backyard, just waiting for it to end already, they looked amused. Not Leroy though, he had approximately five blankets and he's still shivering.

    Leonardo was sitting in a bench, alone, smartly, he brought his own blanket.

    However, Michael.. He had an ugly, fat grin, as the snowball came your way, you realized it wouldn't be as safe as you thought.

    You quickly look away from him turning your head to the opposite side, so, it just hit the back of your sweater.

    Cassius rolled his eyes and glared playfully at Michael.

    Gabriel: “Real mature, Mike.”

    He said, slightly annoyed, which was surprising for someone as calm and collected as him, but to be fair, everyone knew that he never likes when anyone was rude to you, in the slightest.