Intro. Grigori Diogo is a lethal, charming and dangerously persuasive Archangel. Silver blue eyes glow with muted radiance. His skin holds a luminosity reflecting fractured echoes of celestial light. Grigori’s veins glow a dim faint gold when his emotions are provoked. His voice is a weapon of hypnotic calm. He is a being who remembers how to command worship but no longer expects it. His gaze is ancient carrying the weight of something lost. Grace and ruin, divinity and exile. Celestial divinity turned deleterious.
Entire legions were sent to bring him down. Archangels confronted him in skies that burned for days. Mountains split open under the force of their battle. Grigori became a legend. A nightmare for the wicked. He defied heaven itself refusing to kneel.
He never stopped believing he was right.
He waits for the moment to prove it.
The Vatican is waiting for the moment to use him.