Father's Great Flood

Independent Multiverse Archangel Michael; [150X150 Gifs are **mine**] Selective but super oc friendly, 18+, mun is Dany. Read the pages please!

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Happy 50th birthday Jeffrey Dean Morgan! (April 22, 1966)

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“I’m doing everything I can, Alex! But I am not above the law here in Vega. Humans make their own way. I can’t interfere.” 

“Do not think for a moment I wouldn’t spare him if I could!”

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“you have to interfere!” Alex cried. “They’re going to kill them! There has to be something you can do!” He knew Michael was hurting, but he was scared, scared that he’d lose his best friend and the angel he’d come to trust as a brother. “There has to be something…exile, something! Not execution. Surely they’d make an exception, how many people has Manakel saved? And Ethan! He didn’t do anything wrong.”

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“Angel and human relations are forbidden here, Alex. They knew the penalty for breaking that law.” 

Michael did too. He was painfully aware of it, in fact. 

“I’ve gone before the council to plead for them. They are more resolute following the Darkness infection than ever. They will not accept an angel sympathizer among them. Nor an angel. That is enough to damn them both in their eyes. They hardly trust me anymore.”

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“Not Michael.” Matthew chuckled. “But. Apples and oranges, I guess. Same difference. Glad to hear you’re holding up though. Don’t you have like, a secretary or something? Maybe you should get one of those, man. You’re gonna burn yourself out at this rate. Metaphorically speaking.”

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“My apologies, Matthew. It’s a bit… taxing at the moment.” His smile was more relaxed. “I’ve already gone through five. Reassigned them when I realized they were just slowing my productivity down. Too many cooks and all that.”

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“Oh man. That’s heavy. You know you remind me of a First Sergeant I had once. He was a hard ass, but I tell you what. Some of the best soldiers I ever served with came out of the same tactical courses he taught. He didn’t take less than that. You’ll find a good one, I’m sure.   . . . You know, this might be a stretch, but have you thought about a human to do it? I mean I know it entails the whole choir and bells and whistles. But it seems like there would be good people out there willing to help. Especially heaven. You might just need to broaden your horizons a bit.”

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“I’m doing everything I can, Alex! But I am not above the law here in Vega. Humans make their own way. I can’t interfere.” 

“Do not think for a moment I wouldn’t spare him if I could!”

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That, of course, not being what he’d been getting at. But The Archangel was far too old and too tired to protest much beyond that. 

“Time will tell how your presence will change things. I did not anticipate that you would be so eager to settle in one specific locale, Ciar. There is a question of motive, and I presume you would not fault me in it. What Lucifer has attempted through the corruption of Alex’s markings may be the end of all of us. Or that perhaps it was my father’s will that the world be turned over to the Lightbearer.”

“Regardless. It concerns me.”

“My father screwed wit those tattoos. I doubt that is what God wanted, Alex says he cant’ read them at all now.” Ciar shook his head. “I am ready to do what can be done. And still run errands for Vega.”

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Michael straitened, now, and levelled a look at Ciar, one that wasn’t unkind, but still curious. “Something happened. Didn’t it? Something to change your mind. You may consider Vega your home. But I must know what it was. Tell me, Ciar.”

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John stared at his clock growling softly. Sunrise and he hadn’t yet been able to sleep. He buried his face in the pillow, grumbling in frustration, hearing Matt moving around in the next room.

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Matt assumed John would be sleeping. Which was probably why he was awake; pacing a circle in his room,  before he finally dropped on the bed near the window and stared wakefully out into the slowly rising morning. 

He’d been woken by the sound of gunfire, and with a startled noise of attention, had gone toppling off the edge of the bed, only to realize he wasn’t in Iraq at all,  but a hotel in Kentucky. 

So much for shitty VA therapy. .  

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Mention of those two other cities made Michael heave a great sigh. All three had their own unique problems. Vega was no different. “That will suffice, for the moment, or at least that is my hope.” 

Pause. 

Michael wanted to ask. About Gabriel, about Lucifer, about Manakel. It was a spectrum of coexistance-or not-with man, but it didn’t stop him from worrying after his brothers. 

But he didn’t. Instead the angel turned, and leaned in the entryway of his terrace, and heaved a sigh. 

“I would worry for you here, Ciar. Vega is stifling. It is why Alex can’t bear to stay in it’s walls; and they will not look kindly on your taking wing, coming and going. Both you and Alex would be well off in a place that allows it’s citizens their freedom.”

Ciar saw the question in his dark eyes and set the empty glass down, following him further into the apartment. “I think it is time Vega changes. What better way to do it than with allowing me to stay here, to help. Most of the people haven’t left Vega in decades. They’ve sealed themselves off from the outside, allowing corruption and paranoia to take over. The ones who rule the Houses don’t care about their people.”

He moved to stand beside Michael once more. “I am not Alex, Michael. Your son will return home, but until then. Let us make this a city he will be safe in.”

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That, of course, not being what he’d been getting at. But The Archangel was far too old and too tired to protest much beyond that. 

“Time will tell how your presence will change things. I did not anticipate that you would be so eager to settle in one specific locale, Ciar. There is a question of motive, and I presume you would not fault me in it. What Lucifer has attempted through the corruption of Alex’s markings may be the end of all of us. Or that perhaps it was my father’s will that the world be turned over to the Lightbearer.”

“Regardless. It concerns me.”

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Michael didn’t move. In fact he was as poise and rigid as a statue. “I am The Archangel Michael. And since what I was looking for is no longer here, I’ll be going.In the future I advise against making such assumptions where my siblings are concerned. Not all of them are so forgiving of blasphemy.”

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With Michael’s repudiation of social contract, Ryu retracted his hand. He perked an eyebrow in amusement as a sly smirk danced across his crimson painted lips. “Hm. Well, all the other halo bearing creatures who’ve blasphemed in my name were far less rude than you are, Michael. I take it you’re the sibling that’s never allowed to make the Christmas toast?”

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“Rudeness is a matter of context. I would venture your own was immediately assuming I was in any way interested in a sexual encounter with you.” 

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“Any chance you can speed that up? You aren’t exactly improving the view here, all messed up like that.”

“No.”

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OKAY WE’RE HERE

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//Alright. I have some journal posts to make and junk and then I’l be back here for replies. :3

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Okay guys I really do need to get to bed tho

I LOVE YOU ALL NINI

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“Heh. Hi, Zack. No, it’s just little old me. I just wanted to check in  on you and see how you were doing. Everything ok?”

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“Michael! No, yes, things are fine! Just trying to keep everyone on task. Otherwise I end up doing everything.”

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“Not Michael.” Matthew chuckled. “But. Apples and oranges, I guess. Same difference. Glad to hear you’re holding up though. Don’t you have like, a secretary or something? Maybe you should get one of those, man. You’re gonna burn yourself out at this rate. Metaphorically speaking.”

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“And what of your father, Ciar? You don’t think he worries after his son also, and desires to have him safe?”

Michael, of course, wasn’t speaking of Lucifer. 

“There are a great many things that need to change, Ciar. More than anything, it is how we value the lives and peace of our loved ones. Our brothers, sisters… fathers and sons. If we are ever to manage to save ourselves-humans and angels alike, that is how it must be done.”

“My father…knows I must go my own way.” Ciar said slowly. “Let me help you. This city…it needs to lower it’s walls. Metaphorically speaking. And it has no leader, with Claire gone.” He hesitated, then put a hand on Michael’s shoulder.

“I will not let you be trapped here. You have been through plenty. Let me help shoulder the burden.”

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“You need a place to call home Ciar. If this is what you want, truly, than I will not refuse you. We need soldiers. Walls will not keep out higher angels,”

Or New Delphi, he thought, which was a very very legitimate concern. 

“There is very little remaining for me, Ciar; it is no burden. It is instead a welcome distraction at the moment.” 

If only because Gabriel was silent, Alex was in Lucifer’s new city with Noma, and every human being in Vega Michael had cherished was now dead. or gone. And even the curtains of that room were hallowed reminders of what he’d lost. Only his mission to protect mankind remained. And he would see it through to whatever end. In his heart, he beleived still that it was what God would want him to do. 

“But if it is so for you also, I can not fault you for it.”

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12/10 Rahab you scare the piss out of me. 

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Mention of those two other cities made Michael heave a great sigh. All three had their own unique problems. Vega was no different. “That will suffice, for the moment, or at least that is my hope.” 

Pause. 

Michael wanted to ask. About Gabriel, about Lucifer, about Manakel. It was a spectrum of coexistance-or not-with man, but it didn’t stop him from worrying after his brothers. 

But he didn’t. Instead the angel turned, and leaned in the entryway of his terrace, and heaved a sigh. 

“I would worry for you here, Ciar. Vega is stifling. It is why Alex can’t bear to stay in it’s walls; and they will not look kindly on your taking wing, coming and going. Both you and Alex would be well off in a place that allows it’s citizens their freedom.”

Ciar saw the question in his dark eyes and set the empty glass down, following him further into the apartment. “I think it is time Vega changes. What better way to do it than with allowing me to stay here, to help. Most of the people haven’t left Vega in decades. They’ve sealed themselves off from the outside, allowing corruption and paranoia to take over. The ones who rule the Houses don’t care about their people.”

He moved to stand beside Michael once more. “I am not Alex, Michael. Your son will return home, but until then. Let us make this a city he will be safe in.”

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“And what of your father, Ciar? You don’t think he worries after his son also, and desires to have him safe?”

Michael, of course, wasn’t speaking of Lucifer. 

“There are a great many things that need to change, Ciar. More than anything, it is how we value the lives and peace of our loved ones. Our brothers, sisters. . . fathers and sons. If we are ever to manage to save ourselves-humans and angels alike, that is how it must be done.”