first son

An angel oғ тнe lord appeared тo тнeм, тнe glory oғ тнe lord ѕнone down υpon тнeм,  and тнey were тerrιғιed. ♘ Highly Selective & Private Independent Michael!Dean 

[gladiusarchangelus]

cagedlightbringer:

his lips quirk into a smile at the suggestion, lucifer considering every aspect of his brother critically before he responds. he’ll accept, of course - having michael by his side had been an end game since he’d first fallen. his supposedly uncorruptable big brother, giving in just as dean would to sam. perfect.

“what did you have in mind? following my plans or something far better? I’m intrigued.”

green sparrows into a darker shade; emerald eye become a sliver. and the soft lines of his brow harden into something reminiscent to the days by which the worst of men met the Hand of God’s -- - r e t r i b u t i o n . the first son hath been betrayed, having played His sword,   played His executioner,  played His puppet. time and time again. without question. without expectation. and he were rewarded with a justice best served COLD to criminals, murderers, and thieves. && as so like God were he, michael wants to return the favor. 

“ to kill a God. “

[gladiusarchangelus]

axgelofthelord:

It takes a few moments to settle within the new body, and even  though it’s not the one he would have prefered, it’s still better than being in the cage. Anything to get him out of that rotten place.  He let’s the sensations wash over him, trying to get a feel for this vessel enjoying the wind against the skin of his face, something he hasn’t felt in years. Taking a deep breath he turns towards the other, a smile on his  lips. “Mikey. It’s been a while.  And did you really miss me, or did you miss   having someone to fight with?”

He walks towards his brother, smirking as he puts a hand on his shoulder,  giving him a light squeeze.  “Honestly though, that did sound like sarcasm.”

what he does, is languid.  slow moving, as he nears the distorted image of one he finds so familiar; a vivacious firefly trapped in a jar too small. and it is all this despite the definition of war between their names. God’s knight against the dragon. there’s something different than before, truth waning on the tip of his ‘ borrowed ‘ tongue. yet it’s engraved so obviously in the way the plot unfolds, the tips of his fingers adjusting that ridiculous tie from inside the crook of lucifer’s arm. a gesture not bound to past hostility. 

“ Well, I think we both would prefer you in your rightful,    suit of armor, so to speak.                          but it were no lie, brother.“

[gladiusarchangelus]

cagedlightbringer:

michael is a pillar of flame in the same way that he is a whirl of snow, made for one another just as much as they were made for the being they called Father. obedience and disregard meant to be in perfect tandem, cursed to be at odds from their conception. drawn to one another in a never ending spiral of self destruction.

“M I C H A E L.

Is it time for the end already?”

in a manner so much like his own vessel, michael puckers his lower lip in thought, eyes down -- - a reply rolling over upon his freshly owned tongue. and it is in this hesitation, that he lingers on God’s fleeting memory. an ache he doth felt with every false breath that fills his lungs. 

“ perhaps ...    though, i might suggest -- - we change what has been written. “

[gladiusarchangelus]

@cagedlightbringer​ ( esiasch )

they are of a -- - d u a l i t y, the other, plucked from the stem of his own creation. a first gift from God; the serpent, the devil, and satan, ( a brother ). and in his exact polar opposite, the morning star burns a bitter frost, like the cold upon his ninth prison. while, he hath burned like the surface of the sun. 

“ L U C I F E R . “

[gladiusarchangelus]

@axgelofthelord ( traitor )

he’d been dreaming of  that face again -- -  wholly, of both his two wild and withered, tremendously blue eyes... although not he, the first son of the God                                                  their -- - F a t h e r , but the man who sleeps inside. soundly within its keeper, one who wanders about this plane once again. and it’s his now. this bit of worn skin; a calloused hand stretching its fingers. open then closed. a figure emerging from the shadows.  yet he all but recognizes the vessel. unlike he does the peculiar thing within. C A S T I E L .  michael licks the space before his unfastened mouth, landing one boot softly before another. circling just beyond the edges of this dimming light. and eyes slim with predatory excitement.  “ hello, brother.              it’s so good to see you. 

i’ve missed you, so very, very, much. “

[gladiusarchangelus]

@thebeginningandtheend

First by toe then heel, he arrives.  though not in his UNABASHED former glory.  for no Son of God is he.  a tainted creature;  the result of a Father’s empty touch;  b e t r a y a l  scorched upon his wings.  yet he meets the Lord’s Kin,  perhaps by necessity -- - in curiosity.  longing for a time come & gone. 

                                       “Amara.”

[gladiusarchangelus]

@stcrmother liked for a starter.

she was all that were encompassed in her name. r o y a l t y - --  in every way, though not so mistakenly delicate; he understands how the chosen one could have loved her -- - a single star amongst the darkness. “ A strange world, is it not?    You seem out of place, your Highness. “

[bertinelli]

dean winchester meme: 4 significant objects

[gladiusarchangelus]

it buzzes; this flashing bulb -- - light blinking, shedding the room of  dark & shadow. the walls are stained with crimson. copper blunt in the air. spread thick along all sides, BLED deep across the floor.  he stands OFF-center, leaning slightly to the left. it’s much quieter than not an hour ago. begging, pleading, screaming, red. dead. death.  not that he were listening. 

[gladiusarchangelus]

axgelofthelord:

He used to enjoy being here when he was visiting Dean’s dreams,  the peace and quiet that it brought. But now it’s just a painful reminder of a friend he doesn’t have anymore. 

“Cruel is what I would call it.” he says with a sigh, though he should  have expected this treatment.  “What do you want, Michael?”

bending low, he reaches into a bucket sitting next to the chair;  full of stones collected along the shore -- - different shapes & sizes, now filling the palm of his hand.  legs extending, he stands. green surveying the eerie calm of the lake before them. the sounds the gentle breeze, nature,  silent in reply to a pending hostility.  oh, the things he hath learned.  the mind of his vessel, an open book -- - whether he willed it or not. whether wanted or not. & therein lay an interesting piece of information.  perhaps an answer for that which the Host considers,  t r e a s o n . why the sheep fell so far from the flock.

“ To understand something. 

[gladiusarchangelus]

devilsnotary:

“Honestly?”

the question is more serious this time, his hands in his pockets.  “To see if it was true, after all, my ears on the ground hear all sorts of things, and sometimes it’s…almost unbelievable.  And this- last time you sought this, the end of the world was coming.”

He’s standing this time, more fallen angel, demon, then lazy casual demon, more librarian than the part he played of amused idiot. 

“I’ve come to find out if what I’ve heard about you is true, and what are are aiming to do.” 

slowly, deliberately -- - a touch of pink slides over a slip of white teeth. mouth parted oblique; brow peaked in interest. he’d heard them whispering, though to what exactly - -- none of his concern.  michael stays his place as the other stands.  “ & what is it, that you’ve heard   so much about?”

[gladiusarchangelus]

axgelofthelord:

It’s as peaceful as it usually was, feeling a pang of melancholy  as he takes in the familiar surroundings. Slowly he walks towards the pier where his brother sits, using his best friend as a vessel like it was meant to be, yet it leaves him with a bitter taste on his tongue.

“Of all places, you had to pick this.” he replies, not bothering with a  greeting. 

his chin tilts to the sound of his brother’s voice; lips in a slight curve while a false sun warms his face -- - soft freckles more pronounced than usual. under its golden light, he squints a brief view of the sky.  there’s more to this story than assumed.

“ It seemed - -- fitting.    You don’t like it? “

[gladiusarchangelus]

devilsnotary:

Sighing, he let the ash flutter away, shaking his hand and letting the burn linger out of his vessel’s skin.  Ah, yes, not supposed to prove your points to big brother.  In truth, Lucifer and Michael weren’t so far apart.  One just happened to make himself more outwardly known.

“Mm, a little pissy for managing to win something.  What got under your proverbial skin, Mikey?”

demure, michael returns a lazy smile.  “ Maybe you did.    Or maybe you didn’t.    Why have you come?  

[gladiusarchangelus]

@xaedificare

they are the makings of an un-slept sleep. come in flickering black & white; like lighting across a midnight sky. the rain smells of copper -- - then it is heat, a searing hot sensation, BURNING through flesh & bone. the sound of a laser sword. they are screaming out to him. hate risen from death.  he can feel it.  again & again. every night. always.  it startles him awake; hair damp, skin wet. he pants -- - taking each breath as deep as his lungs would hold. inhaling. exhaling. he’s not sure what it means. doesn’t REMEMBER. michael rips the sheets from his bed, blinking in the darkness. he’s no jedi - -- rendered confused. maybe he’s worse. it doesn’t make any sense. 

“ I hope I didn’t wake you. “

[xxfleurdelysxx]

[gladiusarchangelus]

@axgelofthelord

he’s sitting at the edge of a lake; the sound of water, licking at the shore.  & it is in this place that his sleeping soul doth often dream. a place of solitude.  a place of safety.  a place where their lives were different. 

“ Welcome Brother. “

[gladiusarchangelus]

devilsnotary:

“I don’t.  I’m not being very serious, but don’t worry, I’m not serious with anyone.” Taking a long drag on his cigarette, he grinned, shrugging.  “And forty is a lot longer than you had to convince him, which is my point, dear brother.” 

he detracts from the conversation, tongue swept across dry lips; leaning back. forcing the hot ash of the other’s cigarette to fizzle & curl into nothing.  a boot crosses to rest on a bent knee.  “ any other points to make? “