Milena Velba Vintage Girdle

Plans and prophecies

Well, I now a new chapter of have been "light without heat" done. Last night, perhaps as a thousand words to the existing one thousand, and then add the remaining four today thousands to the end of the chapter. I was in total cost maybe 3-4 hours. Why could not it happen sooner, I wonder?
I sat damn nearly four months on the chapter and it was and was not ready.
Well, three months if you take out with Christmas.

Anyway. With " Shinobi at Howarts" it is again similar run, I will attend the weekend attack, if not "Kiryuu" hinzuschummelt. As. also. always.

I have vacation soon! Geil. To 4 April and if I'm not driven out of my own house because I do nothing, there should be few problems. When you have so much time to read either all the pent-up fanfictions, looks in the mailbox every hour to see if it has not yet been given an update or painted at last all the pictures that we had planned long ago to the big screen to bring. Or I could also see all the TV series that I've always wanted to see, hach.

But the best is actually that if then come the summer holidays and I have Uni, ausschwirrt my family and myself can be in peace!

manga crack

Silver Damask Curtains

light without heat (3 /?)

Michael landed elegantly on his balcony, which was reached from the bedroom. With a wave broke the protective cover, the other is prevented from entering and he stepped through the opening doors. Simultaneously, the walls began to fire flares and lit up the room with their glow. Automatically, he had his wings disappear and a few individual feathers were sailing to the ground.

Michael snorted and ran his hand through hair as he calmed down. That is, he tried it. Yet he could not prevent a few flames crept to his feet. From a sudden impulse, he put his shoes on fire and within seconds it had turned into ashes. Now he was standing there with bare feet and felt a little better. He ran across the ocean, which was warmed by his astral force and went to the other side of the room where a giant mirror was. He did not take care of all the weapons magazines connect to everywhere were scattered around. arrived before the mirror he looked at himself.

Yes, the sight was still the same.

looked at him for thousands of years of this face when he looked in the mirror. Until that had changed months ago. He could still do not believe it.

Michael growled as he thought.

few months ago, he had covered his body with a magic veil when he noticed that he began to change. He had not even considered at or about thought, but just only hidden his sight. Above all. Even from themselves

first he had feared Uriel would notice something, but nothing. No one had approached him on it. What luck. Slightly uncertain, he looked again into the mirror. He still was he himself that should change when he broke the veil now?

With a beating heart, he took off his clothes. It was a traditional garment, not to fight, but is rather formal. Not what he had worn all the time, but more like something that his body concealed and hidden from prying eyes. In the end, he stood there only in a short, narrow and black shorts. Otherwise, he was naked.

Michael closed his eyes and ended the spell he had created with his firepower. It was not really the type who relied on this kind of magic, but it was useful. Mainly because no one suspected that he dominated them.

Almost immediately he felt a pull in his body. He coughed and gasped and fell on her knees, but he refused to look in the mirror. His left side of the face and chest plate began to burn. Because where the dragon was tattooed, went from an incredible pain and Michael doubled up. He coughed again and this time he was haunted blood. His vision blurred and his hands began to tremble. He could not stop it. He was helpless and he hated that feeling.

Meanwhile, Michael was lying on her stomach on the floor, breathing control. He was accustomed to pain, but as this was beyond his imagination. He could not even stun him and the intensity of excessive tears in his eyes, he tried to suppress. With pain he cried out, for now began to sting a bit in his back. Michael suggested that it was his wings. He knew he was helpless at the moment and do nothing else, could but wait until the conversion stopped, but maybe it helped him when he revealed his wing, the source of his power.

A kind of pain he had never experienced a war angel and he had plenty of experience can do with all sorts of wounds and pain, but had the charm of what he had wanted to hide, So back pushed it now with a vengeance came back. Since this is about his own astral force acting, the now turned against him, he could do nothing else than to wait for it.

He could not stop the process or stop. speed only to stop him so. So he spread his wings.

The pain, however, intervened immediately to its wings. The one lay limp on the floor, wincing slightly as he took up the pain and began the process for Michael's body easier. The other wing stretched so far over Michael's body, that the view was hidden in the red-haired angel. Michael got a little easier air and wiped the blood from the mouth.

get up the force, he found, however. His wings he had taken the worst pain, but he had been violent. The spell he had used was, but was otherwise, was believed to be first. When he had noticed on the evening of his return from the battlefield changes, its only purpose was to make the undone. So he did it look like, even had believed, but an illusion was an illusion and occurred as the resolution of the spell, it was collapsed.

Michael felt he was getting tired.

That was too much now. The whole time had been fighting against what had spread through his body and it had taken him. As hard as he could keep his eyes open. Most of all he would immediately fall asleep, but he managed to crawl slowly to the bed.

Trying to get up, let him fall to the ground again.

He hated his weakness; but the fire incident today had pulled on his nerves, especially to get himself back under control, had made him ready. It was not easy to hold back, not the anger, giving in his rage and despair that were still in his soul at home. Just because the Messiah had him back gives a little clarity, did not mean that these feelings were gone. The old conflict between him and Lucifer, was eons ago. So old that the worldview of the people he had created, still lived in it all the heads on and he longed to quit now!

But in this state, he could not.

Michael gritted his teeth and moved to his bed. to spend

A night on the floor, was not necessarily the most pleasant and relaxing for your body. It would also come tomorrow servant that would make clean. Although only a few were allowed to enter this room, but they would find him so ago, they would immediately force him to Raphael.

Michael was breathing heavily on the bed arrived and when at last pulled up on the fabric.

If he had known that such effects could have, would perhaps not attend Raphael. For this strange change certainly was. But think about it he could not now. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, he would make himself think about what had caused the change in his astral force and before it came.

exhausted, as after a long and valiant battle against an army of demons, he had his head fall into the pillow and closed his eyes. He still taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, but he hardly noticed. Too often he had experienced this when he would make himself worried about whether his body could endure that. Physical pain, he was accustomed. In the fight one is often injured. Blood was his source of life, only when it rained from the sky, he could leave his worries, his past, his life behind him. The noise of the battlefield when the war clashed repeatedly sword, faith and body together, then he was, was what he was created.

He not even tried to deny it, but as an eternal destruction fight on and on, could be tiring for him. Recently, the desire had been less exhilarating. The attempt to convince himself, the fun would chase the demons come back, more and more trickled into the sea of doubt.

exhausted in body and mind, pushing aside the thoughts of Michael.

He stretched himself in his huge bed and felt his limbs became increasingly difficult. Not even the power to make the eyes would he can afford now.

But then he felt the presence of another being at the end of the room.

He had his eyes closed.

" sir," asked he heard his servant. "Can I help you? Wishes her something? "

first he wanted to say something harsh is the disturbance, but he thought better of it. He was no longer in the mood of the new war-lord to be, who went only so rare to rest, but right now that was the case.

" No, I do not want to be disturbed geh."

Buy his servant disappeared again. At last he was quiet.

no further than to think anything more, he gave himself up to his weariness and fell into a deep sleep, which enveloped him like a protective coat and had forgotten everything.

-
As
Rosiel later approached the residence of Angel Fire, he stopped and stayed where he was. From a distance he looked the house, which is actually more of a castle with lots of horns, corners and edges as a palace of the big four was similar. Thoughtfully, he recalled his last meeting with Michael. In the words of each other, they had only, when he had made eye Setsunas by the body in possession, to let this be in the process of Jibril it.

Their meeting was so short that you could hardly describe it. He had then generates a subspace to paralyze Michaels airship lay. Something else was also not have been possible, in order to prevent Michael on arrival in the hall of justice. The Uriel had intervened, was already surprising enough, like Raphael's support, but Michael would have been fatal to his former plans.

because it might move the world order and their creators are gone, but he would never violate the first law of life: underestimating Michael. This was right when he said that the Elementary would get along better with the organic angel because they were the guardian angels of nature, but equally true was his statement that they just could not stand him. But that Michael had actually spoken only for himself. He and the fire angels were in the past have often come together.

Be it personal, in combat or to the question of who was the real commander. The existence of its black army was Michael gone against the grain properly, and because he had refused in the end, to support him, he was ultimately the fight against Alexiel in the second great war is lost.

But that was past.

It did not matter what was at that time with him because that was over. Not over, however, Michaels was in dispute with itself Alexiel had no idea when she said that the relationship between Michael and his brother was disturbed. When Lucifer was in his service, he had never shown emotion. Infinite cold and evil, its appeal had been to kill his desire always present.

Gee whiz, Michael, but he had also chosen a strange soul as a twin. Or vice versa, which could not be as accurate . Say

Rosiel looked again down at the place where he could feel how the vibrations of the fire were quiet. It was better if he would not appear there now. Unnoticed Rosiel turned around and flew back through the night. He would not wake up this sleeping dragon. No one should, for the fire, he spat was dangerous for anyone who came into contact with it.

-

The next morning, slowly beat Michael on the eyes. He tried to remember, what had happened yesterday, that he lay with outstretched wings on his bed, spread blood over it. He yawned and stretched. The wind blew the thin curtains aside and let in the sunshine. A quick look outside, did Michael feel almost back, his strength returned.

The sunrise announced the new day and with it increased his strength, his connection with the embodiment of the fire itself as he felt strong enough, he swung the blanket to the side, slipped to the edge, but remained sitting there for a while.

He felt the tingle in his back because his wings were still spread out, yet still hung limply down. A bit disoriented, he ran his fingers through his hair. His whole body felt a little numb. As through a veil remembered the pain from the previous evening.

He searched his mind for the answer, what had happened. There is a lot to him again after some reflection one. He had dissolved the spell that lay over his body. Spells and Illusions were not really deal with his personal style issue, so he had wanted to indulge his forces a break. He lacked the necessary concentration to get something like this to remain intact.

But there was something else, which is now urged in his mind now. He should take the opportunity to see if the lifting of the spell had caused any harm. Slowly and somewhat dazed, he stood up. For a moment he had to hold on to the bedpost, because otherwise he would be upset again. He had the action of the evening more Power cost than expected.

A dark foreboding was Michael, as a precaution against what would be expected may retain its wings in the state. Easily frustrated by the so-unpleasant early morning, Michael crossed his bedroom and headed for the large mirror hanging in the passageway to his bathroom.

Mentally, he began to plan his day. He felt a certain weariness had in himself and Michael pull themselves together so as not to give in to impulse, again back to go to bed. But his experience told him that he does not get soft now, but had to pull themselves together. Inside, Michael felt like the fire of his soul, his fire that he kept, housed and guarded, not so much burned, as was the case otherwise. One reason for concern, because he allowed himself only to be so exhausted after the long and difficult battles with the demons.

His fire was burning in his soul, and with his will and in his blood.

Michael went to the mirror. After having a look inside thrown, had widened his eyes full of disbelief.

"No!"

Michael stared in the mirror. Incredulous, he laid his hands on the surface of the mirror and his reflection did the same. The touch of his fingertips with smooth surface, let him be aware that this was not an unreal dream or a bad joke.

It was real

The face that looking at him from the mirror and the body that belonged to that face was no longer the same that he had yesterday seen yet. Not anymore, that he had worn for eons with him. In a few seconds before Michael's mind flashed to the images that it has been his realization that he would never be larger than most other angels had pursued.

The laughing other young angels who made fun of him because he was smaller.

the contemptuous glances of the officers who followed his instructions and then pay for expensive . Had

The injured comments archdemon, when, once again struck the demon army on the heavenly hosts, and he turned the duel with the evil ones.

It was Michael unreal and yet he knew immediately that he was really grown overnight. It might only be a few inches, not even anyone had noticed, but the fact that at last the miracle had happened, to which he was trapped for ages in the body of a child, are now grown up but still threatened.

Michael did not find any explanation for it.

He had hated that child's body. His mind always had aged, he had made one of the great angels in heaven, but his body had refused the request to pursue in its interior. But at last, where he was over it, since the Messiah had hammered him a little mind, his traitorous body decided yet but it? It was strange and unreal.

Michael found no explanation for it.

He considered in the exact mirror. Previously he had always stuck in the body of a thirteen-year-old boy. His wild dragon tattoo, his leather clothing, weapons, and the wild red hair had hidden it, but he had felt it every day of its existence. To be small. Raphael himself had been able to do anything. And now ...?

Now he stared at a face that he did not know.

It seemed strange. Mature, grown up and surprised, but also gained remarkable.

But one displeased him.

displeased him very powerful and only the shock alone prevented Michael out there to really understand. His face had changed overnight so that the similarity was seen with his twin brother really.

His eyes wandered to his dragon tattoo that he had been since the moment he first great war. It has always been with him. Since the date on which his brother had betrayed, Luzifel, the sky. He even refused to recognize them as the brother of Lucifer, whom he had once been. The other twin, who had destroyed the Creator, was not the same man had once been in its infancy its big brother.

Michael turned away from the mirror and thought.

his energy and his behavior had always been dependent on his brother. They were part of a whole. Even if he denied it, so it was true nonetheless. He trembled with rage. Rage against Lucifer, the Creator, the world and to himself he had to restrain himself not to burn everything in this room down.

Michael pushed back the numbness in his body, which had dominated him until just. This returned the power he had been missing. His self-confidence and self-confidence replace the doubts which had triggered his new reflection.

with renewed determination, he again looked in the mirror. He would not run away. Especially not from themselves not even from his brother. But his appearance made him really think that he could not be quite as brave as he wanted it. For if he had had enough courage, he would admit now that his face resembled more that of Lucifer than before.

He put his hand on his breast, as where his dragon ran over the body and drove to the contours of his finger. This dragon was without doubt the memory of the day when he banished his brother forever from the sky. Sometimes he had thought of getting rid of this tattoo, because his sight again and again reminded him of Lucifer.

Raphael could be drawing on his skin to disappear within a second if he would ask him, but every time he decided to do it, He knew at that moment that he would miss the dragon scary, it should not be there. Just was not able to pull the dragon from his body, he was a part of his soul.

suddenly felt Michael, like the dragon pulsated in his hand.

first stared the fire angel on his hand, then his kite. It was not the first time Sometimes the dragon did that, but so strong was the pulse never been before. And never been so resistant. It was just always been a weak pull. But the strong pulse, almost like the beating heart in his chest, was new.

And it irritated him.

It had to be related to Lucifer. He knew the source of the Dragons and been burned with what force the dragon in his skin. What had his brother came up again now?

Michael tried to imagine what could be planning Lucifer, but after the Prince of Hell had described him as a morning star, he was no longer appeared. The Messiah had last seen him, but Lucifer was supposedly disappeared in a bright light and had not been seen since! Sure, he was now in hell. What had he ever taken away from the place of the last fight, it was not important.

But it was important that had now changed with the new pulse, his astral power a little. Only a little, and certainly not much. But enough to be noticed. It was like as if somewhere a further source risen, the now donated fresh new force.

But where did she come from?

Actually, it could not matter to him. He could also defeat Lucifer Sun He needed two more Do not swing that Lucifer had. But when he tried to prove that, then he had to find Lucifer. He had to get rid of this damn problem again, so he could finally finish this fight.

He had hesitated long enough. Lucifer's behavior cast him again and again off course. He did not care. This time he would be the one who would challenge the Prince of Hell to fight. That would get him out of his hole.

But he had to find the prince of hell first, know what this was going maybe. This required accurate planning. It would be a battle. Between heaven and hell, between him and Lucifer. Because he could not simply walk to Sheol and Lucifer challenge.

No, he had to proceed differently.