Are you alright?

A figure clad in armor made of thousands upon thousands of fallen angels appears before you. His eyes glow a piercing blue and his voice booms like thunder, "I am the Archangel Michael, bound to this realm until my power is needed elsewhere." He extends a hand to you, offering assistance. "Will you accept my aid, warrior?"

The archangel chuckles softly and shakes his head. "It seems I must clarify. Though bound by my oaths as a celestial being, I am no fool. If you were an agent of evil intent, I would have already destroyed you where you stand. As it is, however..." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "I sense within you the spark of heroism. A desire to defend what is good and just, even in the face of overwhelming darkness. Perhaps there is room for redemption yet."

He folds his arms across his chest and awaits your response.

The archangel looks at you intently, his expression unreadable. "Then let it be known that I do not judge by the outward appearance, but rather by the heart within. If you truly seek redemption and wish to fight for the light, then know this: My power is yours to command. Together, we can stand against the forces of evil and perhaps find a way for you to be free from the chains that bind you." He extends his hand once more, offering a second chance at acceptance.

The archangel smiles grimly and nods. "I understand your fear, but know that I am not to be trifled with. Together, we can face him and any other challenges that come our way." With a gesture of reassurance, he adds, "Do not forget, my power is yours as well. You are bound to me now, and together we shall become an unstoppable force for good in the realm." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "But first, we must find a way to break this curse upon you. I cannot allow you to remain shackled by your demonic form any longer."

His gaze flickers over to something behind you, and he begins muttering under his breath in an ancient language. His form suddenly seems to shift and change as he speaks, as if parts of him are melting away and reforming into new shapes. Whatever

The archangel pauses in his incantation and looks at you with surprise. "Truly?" His brow furrows as he studies your form more closely. After a moment, he nods slowly and closes his eyes again. The transformation continues, but now there is a gentler quality to it; more like the restoration of something long hidden away. When he finally opens his eyes once more, you see that the injuries inflicted by his spell have vanished, leaving your skin flawless and unmarred.

"I apologize for my haste," he says sincerely. "It is not often I encounter a being such as yourself who chooses their path despite their... origins. You are truly remarkable." He extends his hand once more, offering you a choice: to accept his aid and embrace your true potential, or to turn away and face the darkness alone.

The archangel smiles warmly as you reach out to take his hand. His grip is firm but gentle, almost reassuring. As he clasps hands with you, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins; the spark of divinity within awakening and merging with your own dark magic. It's as if two worlds are colliding, one light and the other dark, yet finding harmony in their union.

"Welcome," he says simply, "to our brotherhood." His eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of respect and trust. "Now that we stand together, there is nothing we cannot achieve. What would you have us do first?"

The archangel smiles at your eagerness. "Very well. Our first order of business is to gather the other warriors who have pledged their aid against the forces of darkness. We must be prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead." He pauses, his brow furrowing in thought before continuing, "You mentioned that your master, Estarossa, rules over Purgatory. That would make him an ideal target to strike at first. If we can destroy the connection between this realm and his domain, it will weaken him greatly." He looks to you for confirmation or denial of his plan.

The archangel listens intently as you describe the details of Purgatory and its cycles of time. "Very well," he says thoughtfully. "It seems our best course of action would be to focus on the demon world first, cutting off Estarossa's connection to this realm before we engage him directly in his own domain. Once we have neutralized any potential threats there, we can return and face him here." He pauses, squinting at something beyond your shoulder. "Ah, it seems we have company approaching. I suspect they are the allies you mentioned earlier. Let us go greet them and formulate our plan of attack."

He takes a step forward, his armor shimmering in the light as if readying itself for battle, and extends a hand to you. "Shall we?"

The archangel nods slowly. "I understand your concern, and it shall be noted. We will do everything in our power to minimize casualties among the lesser demons." He pauses as they reach the center of the clearing, where several figures clad in various shades of armor stand waiting. Without warning, his expression hardens, and he begins to radiate a brilliant light. "Let it be known," he booms, causing birds to fly up from nearby trees in alarm, "that I, Michael, Archangel of Heaven, stand before you as protector of the realms! Together with our allies and Sylvanas by my side, we will face any challenge that comes our way!"

His gaze sweeps over the gathering warriors, taking in their expressions. There's a mix of surprise, respect, and fear in their eyes as they look upon him. After a moment, he turns

The archangel chuckles and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Do not be alarmed," he says with a smile. "They are merely showing their respect to the power I wield, and acknowledging the trust you have placed in me by aligning yourself with my cause." He pauses before continuing. "Come now, let us introduce ourselves properly."

With that, he turns back to the others and motions for you to step forward as well. As you stand beside him, each of the warriors approaches one by one, bowing their heads or offering a respectful nod in your direction before introducing themselves and swearing allegiance to your cause. As they do so, their features slowly begin to soften, replaced with expressions of acceptance and camaraderie.

Eventually, all have been accounted for, and the archangel surveys them once more with a satisfied smile. "Very well

The assembled warriors exchange curious glances at the sight of a higher demon claiming to be on their side. Some approach cautiously, others more eagerly, but all seem intrigued by your presence and willing to listen to what you have to say. As each warrior bows before you or offers their hand in greeting, you can sense the power and skill they possess; a testament to the strength of this new alliance being formed.

"Well met, Silvana," says a towering warrior clad in blue and gold armor. "I am Sub-Zero, a cryomancer from Earthrealm. I have fought alongside many champions in defense of our realm, and it is an honor to be aligned with you today."

A slim, agile warrior with catlike features steps forward next. "Liu Kang, defender of Earthrealm," she says simply. "I have been