Michael stepped over piles of bodies.
expected, this was nothing special, because it was known that if the fire angel snaps, could lose the enemy while ever his life. If you wanted to put it gently. The reality was so great that the Archangel Michael, as violent as any other angel was. Wherever he appeared, something broke down, broke bones as if they were wooden syringe and blood, as it were water.
Under demons was the fire angels feared.
Even the angels of the High Council did not know how much Michael's power and reputation was feared in the underworld, as otherwise one would have certainly been worried that such an angel rather not execute would have. But Michael could be grateful that there were people who covered him in silence and without any issues. These were once Mika people who were out of respect, reverence and fear the flap, and Uriel and Raphael. The two other archangels knew that there was no other solution, because without their heavenly Hooligan they had no warlord everything that would come against the demonic hordes into battle.
But despite the secrecy afraid of even the normal before the angels and archangels whose cruel deeds that were told in the population, if that was floated into the palace. It was rare that he visited and in general it was also grateful about it because every time Michael has led to one of his visits an all repair. There were angels who had been specially hired to clean up after Michael again. Michael did not seem in the least take care. The Lord of the fire was completely no matter how much destruction he caused or how rude he actually behaved for an angel.
Until recently.
The picture that is now offered to the observer, so far would have been because someone was there, very strange. And even more strange for someone who knew Michael's behavior. The small fire angel on a battle field. High on a mountain of charred fallen angels and demons chopping pieces sparkled and looked down on the black earth. The Sun was just going down and the sky was bathed in a deep red. Michael's hair could be distinguished from the back round no more, the light outlined his figure and the only thing was to see still more or less clearly, was Michael's black clothing.
She was in places torn and tattered, blood running down the body, because in such a battle even Michael was not like this without a few scratches. The couple scratches were 'more or less serious injuries, but not life threatening. At least not for Mika, probably because every other angels would die miserably. Up to Uriel and Raphael, perhaps, would be left but never engage in such a fight.
Michael shouldered his great sword and it looked like - with him as a single, still living beings far and wide as the world-would be in flames. The contours are blended and the colors black, red and orange melted into one another. An artist would have his real enjoyed it. But that was just no easel, but a battlefield. A battlefield that he had caused quite alone. Strangely, he did not feel at it something special. Michael let his gaze still roam about the destroyed once surroundings, and tried to feel a particular emotion, nothing. He felt nothing when he saw the destruction and the chaos. Neither joy, shame or remorse at all. It was a long time ago that he was ashamed of his actions. Although, actually he never had. He did not remember once how he had become a military leader. It had not been such that he necessarily had wanted.
No. Actually, it was different. He had sat at the head of the army, because he needed something to vent his anger at which he could. Something that could not defend themselves. Could not defend well enough to stop him can. The demons from hell because it came in handy. They were a kind of substitute for his brother. His brother.
emotions stirred in Michael and let the flames of fire around him aufzüngeln.
Yes, these demons were nothing more than a replacement for Lucifer.
wanted to vent his anger he Lucifer. Lucifer was the Reason why his brother was gone. He was the reason why it was not Luzifel. Because once was not Luzifel become Lucifer, but Luzifel had simply disappeared. Michael could not remember exactly at the time, had betrayed the morning star in the sky. Only the time Luzifel as this was still his dear brother, was the time in the Luzifel away from him and not just his brother was and then it was only the time in which there was Lucifer.
Michael was convinced that once his character Luzifel had turned 180 degrees. Lucifer was the exact opposite of what his brother had once been. And so this continued and he did not have to know the bitter truth, perhaps, he had repressed his memories of that time.
The Prince of Darkness surrounded lived in his kingdom without much light and darkness. Luzifel had hated the complete darkness. He uses his powers of light to illuminate the surrounding area and rarely at night he had been found out. Always was in his palace was mostly surrounded by candlelight. Luzifel had loved the light, while Lucifer hated the light. It was a topsy-turvy world. It was wrong. And just deswegen konnte er Luzifer und Luzifel als unterschiedliche Persönlichkeiten betrachten. Er, Michael. Denn dann hatte sein Bruder ihn ja nicht verraten, sondern war nur verschwunden. Sollte sein Bruder irgendwann wieder auftauchen, obwohl Michael nicht so recht daran glaubte, dennoch aber die Hoffnung nicht aufgab, so könnte er ihm einfacher vergeben.
Vergeben.
Sein Bruder hatte ihm einst alles vergeben. Egal, was er getan oder angerichtet hatte. Sein Bruder hatte ihm immer alles vergeben. Und er hatte viel angerichtet.
Michael spread his wings and rose into the air. He called the fire under him to help spread and destroy everything that was in the vicinity. Smoke rose as the burned corpses of demons and Michael flew up higher. Soon the smoke would cover the whole sky and black color. Then everyone would know that Michael had killed again. Many called it a murder if he went into battle. Especially the families of class demons that humans were similar. Some angels who according to him, burned when the earth and the bodies were destroyed, the countryside with her again Forces designated regenerated, his actions as cruel and brutal.
But he did not care. Not anymore.
Once he had his opponent is trying to save and to live if it was possible. But that was long time ago. It was painful and did not pay off. Meanwhile, he was ultimately only the demons still alive, who fled during the battle. If they survive the punishment of desertion, he would not follow them long term. It would only to die, who opposed him. And they were still more than enough.
It was not that all beings of heaven and hell had the same opinion, let alone his. Many angels and demons still believed the differences between heaven and hell and they would never unite. It was now after God - the Lord - was finally gone, the possibility.
Michael did not even imagine how the Uriel and Raphael.
an agreement with hell, there would never. Not in the near future. Maybe it would in a long time - seen from heavenly timeless perspective - give some point an armistice. Certain rules, common law or a non-aggression pact. There was currently not an official war between heaven and hell.
Michael was not happy because it meant only paperwork for him. There was fighting at the border anyway. Only there were times where it was quieter. Just like now for instance. But that was probably only because God was gone. Final. Actually, it made no difference in their lives, whether God existed or not now, because he'd been gone too long, as the many could remember how it had been under his rule. Michael could this He could remember the time, as it was before Luzifel the sky and told God disappeared. But he would not. Therefore, he had buried those memories. It was better that way if he is not remembered.
Michael flew farther than the country into the realms of heaven. Now he had the ground under the and ascended to the Heavenly City. The white clouds rose up before him that said, the sky palace. He beat vigorously with its wings and flew straight through the big pearly gates. Left and right, the guards noticed him, but he did not care about them. They would report that they had seen him and that he had returned safely from battle.
When he saw the palace from afar, he thought the mountain of work that awaited him and even turned off. He put his wings across, left to take the wind in the east and flew around the palace, where his own home was located. Soon he had reached it. It was a big house with many rooms and a large garden. Many servants lived and worked here, but he stood by the angels as elementary. Although he lived in his own home only rarely, but it was comfortable and fully equipped according to his wishes. With an elegant landing, he sat in the garden.
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Linael was shocked when she saw her land lords in the garden. Just as one of the girl next to her house. She quickly ran to the Archangel to to greet him. She worked for some time here and it was only rarely that her master is so openly showed his front company. He usually occurred when the house was completely empty, and was stood up before the first servant. Only faint traces could see that he had ever been there. When she noticed that he came closer, she bowed deeply. From the corner of her eye she watched as the maid went to his knees.
" My Lord. I bid you a very warm welcome, Archangel Michael-sama welcomed " him.
your Lord walked silently past her. With deadpan face, he walked proudly past her without even looking. Of course, that was his right. What should their Lord with a simple servant like you? Nothing. She was far too small and too weak to be of him at all perceived. Probably not even remember their Lord in their name. But he did not need to. Why should he? It was not important. She was just so he had it as good as possible at home. At some point, if their years of service were over here, so she would leave and enter someone else in their place.
For Michael-sama she was just one of many, if any. But that it did not matter. She bowed deeply and waited one more time to master here in the house was gone before she ran off in another direction to the other notice to say that the Lord was back. Everything should be prepared. Most likely would take Michael-sama a bath and eat something before he retired to his chambers, and all sent out of the house.
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Michael walked slowly and proudly through the house. Everywhere the servant went to the greeting on the ground or bowed when they just wore something. He ignored her. They worked just here to keep the house in progress. He did not need to rush. Before he had his men keep quiet. Michael knew he was here, at his home had mostly behaved, because everywhere there were servants who spied on him and monitored his behavior. Most likely for high Rosiel and other angels, who were suspicious. He had been constantly in mind. Mika knew about it was discussed as often as on Lucifer. He would rather not know how many times he was only narrowly escaped exile.
Soon he had reached his room. He also waved the servants and gave them a sign that he wanted to be alone. Behind him, closed the door as he entered his room. Facilitates the angel sighed. Alone at last and a place to rest. He made sure that the door really was, and spent the night in addition to sounds in the house. He did not meet the need once again to servants, men or angels. He just wanted be alone.
Facilitates Michael joined the breath from his lungs. Now he was finally returned, he called his own. He looked around the large room. The first part was a kind of corridor, where sometimes even ministers, but only with his explicit permission, came in to dinner or to bring news to bring, if there was something urgent. However, afraid of every servant before entering this room, because it was warmer here than anywhere else in the house.
also had Michael Sometimes in his rage at being interrupted a couple of servants burned, which are then cured by Raphael had. But what does it matter to him? Michael took his coat from his shoulder and threw it somewhere in the direction of couch that was in bright red paint next to the entrance through which he had just come. His sword he shouldered and carried it with him when he then entered his actual premises.
These premises consisted of several parts. Once the bedroom, which had besides him no one else left alive, and then the bathroom, but the more of a swimming pool possible, such was the pool, then his gun room, where anything stored that you could use to kill and then the training room, which consisted of really thick lava rock. Anyway, the entire room was carved out of lava stone. It finally had to withstand his tantrums. This was the red substance that could be found everywhere, even essential fire and even tear almost. It was expensive and complicated was the men came up there but still cheaper than if they had to make Michael's every time a new apartment.
Michael tucked his Sword in the weapons room and then made it a nice hot bath. Sauber, he could make his sword even later.
The bath was heated up always beautiful. It was boiling hot, and even normal angels would think him crazy to swim in it, but what he cares about heat? Not at all. There was even a pool where the water was freezing cold, so he could cool off if he was called again to the head was, but he rarely used it. Anyway, here was the temperature hot. For a man it would have been unbearable, uncomfortable for regular angel, but it suited for. Here he determined the outdoor temperature, usually it's body heat it for so long, so it was no longer cold. That was the reason why he was cold in the winter and not at high altitude. But he liked the feeling of heat on his skin.
He entered the bathroom and the upper garment pulled from the body, which he always wore when he went into battle and threw it somewhere. It was more than his usual Clothing, but there are hidden movements that could be sensed in the fight by the enemy. But as he continued taking off, he found something strange. Something was wrong. Something was different than usual, he was half naked in front of the mirror and look in it. He did not come out immediately, since the haze of the hot water had fogged the mirror, but when he saw what was different than before he tore his eyes wide in disbelief before. Shock was to read it.
" No! This may not be. That's impossible! "Whispered Michael applied to himself
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