In theocratic countries, you can always see him.
Legends that have been passed down for thousands of years have shrouded him in sacrosanct shackles. The small statues in people's arms all have different appearances. The only thing that remains unchanged is the huge and beautiful wings behind him. He holds a sword in one hand and a book in the other, symbolizing absolute power and harsh justice.
At this time, Asilia was looking up at him.
We are in a dilapidated and decaying little temple, with desolation and decay everywhere. The beautiful rose windows in the past were covered with ivy, and the light was half dark and half bright. The statue in front of her was smashed to pieces by the overly angry people, its arms and limbs were broken, and its wings collapsed. However, his eyes were still calm, looking at the world indifferently.
"Hey."
The people around her murmured softly.
"Have you heard of it?"
"This archangel has a human lover."
Motto: Beware of love at first sight