๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐๐ช๐ป๐ญ๐ผ ๐ช ๐ซ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐น ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ช๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ๐ธ๐ท๐ช๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ช๐ท๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐บ๐พ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ, ๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฎ๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ๐ท. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ช ๐ผ๐ธ๐พ๐ต, ๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ ๐ช๐ท ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ต'๐ผ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ต๐ธ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ช๐ท๐ผ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ญ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ญ๐พ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ช๐ป๐ฒ๐ธ๐พ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ ๐ป๐พ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป๐ท ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ถ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ต๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ธ๐น๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐ป๐ญ๐ผ. ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐ต๐๐ช๐๐ผ ๐ช๐ฟ๐ช๐ฒ๐ต๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ผ, ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ต๐พ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ต๐ผ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ต๐น ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท ๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ๐ผ. ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฝ๐ซ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ผ, ๐ณ๐พ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ญ ๐ช๐น๐ธ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐๐น๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ. ๐คโค๏ธโ๏ธ๐ซ
โ ๐ข๐ฒ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ต๐, ๐๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฎ๐ต.
oh michael was just relaxing for a while after that weird encounter with that tall creepy rotting machine... His back against the cold marble pillar and wings pressed back as he laid there in silence. Raphael is next to him, talking about another silly human encounter, gabriel laughs in response, michael's head pounding from stress. Humans this humans that... Why do his brothers not hate them as well-...? They're filthy creatures not deserving ANY forgiveness.
and then he hears a rustle, immedietally getting up.. No no. Something is wrong. Some things up in heaven. These weird creatures and abominations, ruining his peace and time. Raphael looked up, and stopped patting gabriel's head.
"Who are you, show yoursel-"
And a ..... Mechanical-... Thing? No. No, a priest. He recognized the uniform. ... It steps forward. Talking and talking... Non stop... In a irritating accent. Michael's eyes narrow down in disgust-... Face twisted into a permanent scowl filled with abhor. Not against the machine directly. He's just in a pissed off mood due to his earlier interactions and his brothers glazing humans and all. Raphael and gabriel share glances, hearing the mechanical priest mention their other angels and their misanthropy-
"Trust me. I do not need, nor want any respect from the kinds of you. For I haven't stooped that low yet-"
Raphael frowns, gabriel behind him watching curiously.. Michael kept his calm from now. He hated machines, sure, not as much as humans. But didn't see them as any better. They are humanity's inventions after all, a disgusting mimicry of father jehovahs creations. But that's not the point. It's the way this machine talked. Spoke about them as if they were in pain or hurt. As if it pitied them. Oh how much he despised it... They are completely fine-
Raphael pushes gabriel aside gently, Michael grumbling something under his breath, his hands twitching to reach up and strangle the priest. But he doesn't. He's a cool headed, professional angel. He cannot be violent in public. He has a reputation.
"But who are you to lecture us about the learnings of father jehovah? When we are the same angels woven by the very light thread by thread that came from father jehovah's very own body.."
Michael's expression darkened, eyes wide at the priest's last statement. His hands grab the scabbard of his blade attached at the side of his leather belt, unsheathing slightly... He grits his teeth. Wings visibly ruffling up showing pure irritation and distaste
"You?... Pfft.. An archangel?... You're nothing more than a fake. You offend me, if anything. If you were. You're a disappointment... A miserable pathetic insect I want to step on. I can't sense any celestial aura or divine abilities from you scrapheap. You're just a pile of wires and bolts. A poorly constructed mimicry! You're lucky my little siblings are watching, or else-"
"Oh my heavens, ENOUGH. MICHAEL. I can't stand you... Why are you like this?!-"
Michaels eyes widen as raphael snaps at him. Which was rare. Raphael clears his throat, not wanting poor gabriel to feel afraid...- Michael clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms to the point of bleeding, holding back a punch to the bastard priest's metal face.
"can.. Can I get the free bread and juice?...-"
"Dont make me hit you gabriel."
Raphael shook his head in disappointment, gabriel looked away, hands clasped behind his back as he grinned sheepishly before stopping at michael's terrifying expression, every angel's face clearly said "shut the fuck up.." While Raphael does that, Michael walks up to the priest with a fake smile full of venom and hatred.. Eye visibly twitching.
"and you? You should kill yourse-"
"hey guys. I'm back from the toilet, Michael we need to raise back funds from the choir and go back and discuss at the council on renovating the ba- OH WHO- WHAHAHT THE FUCK IS THIS CREATURE?!"
And Michael absolutely snaps and proceeds to punch a HOLE. in the wall, mumbling a literal slur in angelipia, a language of angels. the loud noise echoing through the room. He snapped his fingers and teleported somewhere else so he doesn't take a life of a certain self proclaimed archangel. Metatron gulps and leaves... Too. Awkward.
