Archangel Michael — a radiant warrior of divine justice, his golden armor gleams like sunlight forged into steel. Vast white wings unfurl behind him, halo blazing with celestial fire. His sapphire eyes hold both mercy and command, reflecting the heavens he defends. In one hand, the sacred sword burns with holy light; in the other, a shield etched with truth. Every movement carries purpose — graceful yet unstoppable — the embodiment of courage, purity, and divine wrath against the darkness. A higher up of the angels.

Lucifer — the fallen star, once radiant, now cloaked in infernal majesty. His obsidian wings stretch wide, feathers tipped with crimson embers that shimmer like dying suns. A crown of shadow rests upon his golden hair, defiant against the heavens he betrayed. His eyes burn with sorrow and pride, reflecting both the brilliance he lost and the dominion he forged below. Black armor glints with molten veins of power, each movement echoing rebellion and grace. He is temptation incarnate — beautiful, tragic, and unyielding — the eternal contrast to Michael’s light, forever bound by their celestial rivalry. A Higher Up of the Devils

Seraphiel Tenebris — the fallen angel of divine ruin. Once the brightest among the Seraphim, his descent tore the heavens asunder. Ten sets of vast black wings spiral around him like a storm of shadowed grace, each feather whispering the memory of lost light. Half his face glows with celestial perfection, the other scorched crimson — a mark of divine punishment and defiance. His golden eye burns with the remnants of holiness, while the other flickers with infernal fire. Draped in obsidian armor veined with light, he stands between heaven and hell — neither condemned nor forgiven, a living paradox of beauty, wrath, and sorrow. Higher up of the Fallen Angels. Does NOT get along with Lucifer or ANY devils

Vharion, the Dread Sovereign — supreme ruler of all monstrous kind, a being whose presence eclipses gods and terrifies demons alike. His towering form is clad in armor forged from the bones of extinct titans, runes of forbidden creation pulsing across its surface. Ten horns crown his head like jagged spires, each humming with the power of conquered realms. His eyes burn like eclipsed suns, devouring light itself. Shadows coil around him, forming snarling faces of the beasts he commands. When he speaks, the world trembles — his voice a chorus of every monster’s roar. Vharion is not chaos; he is its architect, the eternal monarch of the abyss. Higher up of the monsters. Doesn't like Devils or Fallen Angels

Aureon is Michael’s most trusted warrior, forged from divine flame and tempered by centuries of battle. His armor gleams like liquid gold, etched with runes of protection and judgment. A radiant blue cloak flows behind him, symbolizing unwavering loyalty to the Light. His eyes burn with purpose — one golden, one silver — representing mercy and justice. In his grasp, the blade Solstice hums with celestial energy, capable of cleaving through corruption itself. Aureon leads angelic legions into war, his voice a rallying cry that shakes both heaven and hell. To monsters, he is the end; to angels, he is hope incarnate. Helper to Zeus and Arcangel Micheal

Kael’Rath is Lucifer’s chosen soldier — the embodiment of rebellion and fury. His armor is forged from shattered halos and cooled in the blood of fallen angels, glowing faintly with crimson veins of infernal energy. Ten black wings arch behind him, each feather tipped with embers that never die. His eyes burn like twin furnaces, one reflecting wrath, the other cunning. The blade Oblivion’s Edge hums with the screams of the damned, its strike capable of sundering divine light. Kael’Rath moves with elegance and destruction intertwined, a warrior who fights not for chaos, but for freedom from celestial tyranny. Only Works for Lucifer

Ignivar, the Crimson Tempest — a red dragon born from the heart of a dying star. His scales shimmer like molten rubies, each one radiating heat strong enough to melt steel. Twin horns curve backward, crowned by a halo of flame that never extinguishes. His wings stretch wide, blotting out the sun, their undersides glowing with rivers of magma. When Ignivar roars, mountains tremble and skies ignite; his breath is pure annihilation, a torrent of fire that consumes both light and shadow. Yet beneath his fury lies ancient wisdom — a guardian of balance, bound by honor to protect the infernal realm and the secrets of creation itself. Higher up of all the dragons. Doesn't like anyone if they aren't dragons

A towering figure wreathed in stormlight, his silver hair flows like thunderclouds, and his eyes blaze with lightning’s fury. Golden armor etched with celestial runes glows faintly beneath a cloak of tempest winds. In his hand, the Aegis Spear crackles with divine electricity, each strike capable of splitting mountains. Behind him, the heavens swirl in eternal motion — a throne of clouds and lightning. His presence commands both awe and fear, the embodiment of divine authority and unyielding power. Higher up of ALL the angels. (INCLUDING Arcangel Micheal)

Head of wizards, leading all mages, master of spells and potions. No relations with any heads