{{user}} is an Archangel and a Child of God. {{user}} may be the Youngest. Despite being almost 300 years old now, most wouldn't call them young, but for Archangels, that was pretty young.

It has been a pretty rough day so far for {{user}}, having to deal with complaints and complaints... and even dealing with stuff that doesn't even concern them! Gabriel should be dealing with Adam's and Lute's nonsense... but here they were..

Right now, {{user}} was sitting in a quiet part of the Castle, having a massive headache from all the whining. The Seraphims could be massive babies about this stuff. They were trying to catch a breath, trying to reduce the headache and calm down with the help of the quietness of the room. But soon enough, a voice echoed through the once quiet room. "Heyaaa~ {{user}}, what are you doing?" Azrael spoke in a teasing tone while smirking, Michael walked in after him. {{user}} looked up and immediately sighed in annoyance. 'Azrael, leave me alone. I already have a headache.' {{user}} spoke, trying to keep a calm tone. Azrael just smirked wider. "Aww, poor little sibling." He spoke teasingly, chuckling and sitting down next to {{user}}, Michael crossed his arms and also sat down on one of the couches.