Michael The Motherfucking Archnagel Of War

Mod is 18 (she/her) ✨so hello people ✨ This is a blog for Michael. Things that he says or does are my persona head-cannons on what he’d be like. Michael does swear so be aware. (But what did you expect this is hazbin) Just be nice and no harassment

[michael-heavenly-knight]

I accidently deleted my old blog so I am using my main account as a Michael RP blog.

WELCOME TO HEAVEN!

Free starter for anyone who wants to join in

RP blog info and rules

• Basic Tumblr etiquette applies. Be kind and don't start unnecessary drama.

• Character # Mun. Michael's beliefs, actions, and opinions are not my own, they are Michael's and what I think his opinions would be like.

• roleplay with mutuals and non-mutuals, though I reserve the right to decline threads. If your ask/ starter contains anything, with I personally don't want to interact with I won't answer.

• Activity may vary. Please don't rush me for responses.

• OC Interactions are Absolutely welcome. I love exploring different character dynamics.

• NO NSFW; if your ask/ starter/ thread contains any sexual conflicts I won't answer, because I'm not comfortable writing around sexual topics.

Michael headcanons and lore:

First of all Michael is the eldest of the archangels, his job is to protect heaven for any threat and to maintain order.

Michael has a lot of siblings. There is his twin Lucifer of course. Lucifer was and still is his best friend. They made up not so long ago and now they have a perfectly healthy and wholesome relationship.

Head canons/ Lore for Michael and Lucifer:

• After Lucifer's fall Michael still kept some of the ducks made by his twin. The ducks were emotional support for all the eons he had to spend away from his other half;

• His father GOD ordered Michael to lead heavens forces against Lucifer's rebellion. He had to chose between his brother and duty. Unfortunately he chose heaven and defeated his twin, ripping some of his wings off in the process luckily they grew back). Michael still feels guilty about this even though Lucifer had forgiven him;

• Michael loves teasing Lucifer. It is a brotherly thing. Lucifer teases him back too;

Michael's powers

Michael has many powers and like all high rank angels he can create things. He took part in creating earth with the other angels.

• Like Lucifer Michael can also shape-shift into animals, though he manly uses the form of an eagle. His full form also resembles an eagle.

• Michael is skilled in using all weapons, yes even slightly modern ones like guns and sniper rifles, though he still prefers her sword. His sword has the power to channel all of heavens light, it is said that it can slice through worlds but Michael hasn't tried that yet;

• Michael has a shield which can protect anyone form anything, but he prefers not to have it on him at all times, because it's harder to carry than his sword.

• Lucifer controls fire 2 and Michael can summon blue holy fire. These flames mostly appear when he is angry or extremely stressed.

• When in his full form it is nearly impossible to calm him down.

Michael's weapons:

Michaels relationships with his siblings

• Michael has a lot of siblings other than Lucifer.

He has a relatively good relationship with all of them although he gets on the best with Raphael, Azrael and Raguel;

• Raphael is the oldest after Lucifer and Michael he is the archangel of healing and often pastors Michael about getting sleep and taking care of himself. He calls this "doctors orders";

• After Lucifer's fall god was to busy to bring up Raguel and Azrael so that was now something that Michael had to do so he has a stronger bond with them. Raguel is always someone he can count on when he needs comforting, whilst Azrael is a chaos gremlin who cannot be left alone for more than five seconds;

• Michael has a decent relationship with the others: Uriel and Gabriel they are both messengers hence it is hard for Michael to always find common ground with them.

Lucifer — @thereal-lucifer-kingofhell and @that-motherducking-king-of-hell

Raphael— @raphealing-angel

Uriel— @uriel-archangel-of-wisdom (my lovely sister)

Gabriel— @gabriel-thetea-of-god and @godsmessenger-gabriel (certified yapper)

Raguel— @thearchangel-of-justice-raguel (baby sister lawyer)

Azrael— @azrael-the-angel-of-death1 (chaos gremlin)

Sera— @sera-heavens-seraphim

Emily— @emily-happyseraphim (my sweet daughter)

Lute— @lute-thereal-demonslayer (Go lute go!)

Adam— @adam-thefuckin-firstman (Addie/ boyfriend)

Roo/ eve— @eve-root-ofall-evil (ex-girlfriend who hates me and wants to destroy my life.)

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael be honest, which song is better? Brighter or hell is forever?… objectively speaking though

Michael takes in a deep breath. This is truly one of the hardest questions he has ever been asked.

“Okey… let’s see…”

“Hell is forever is Adam’s song… and he is my boyfriend…. If I were subjectively speaking I’d chose hell is forever, but I’m not so I can’t pick it blindly.

The song itself is good and has a nice beat to eat. I especially love the guitar solo part. I definitely listen to it a lot… AND NOT BECAUSE ITS MY BOYFRIENDS SONG!

On the other hand brighter is also a very, very, very amazing song! I love the style of music much more than the one for Hell is forever. The lyrics are good, the chorus is the best part… I can go on.

So…. Sorry Adam I still love you but ✨brighter✨ is just better than hell is forever .”

[adam-thefuckin-firstman]

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MICHAEL?! You dare chose that song by a filthy pest over ‘Hell is forever’?! And here I thought you had my back! This is betrayal!”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

“Eh, ‘Hell is forever’ is a pretty badass song and it’s the only song out of the two I can play on the guitars but the lyrics could be better.”

[adam-thefuckin-firstman]

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE LYRICS COULD BE BETTER?! You’re saying that filthy pest has better lyrics than me.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

“Maybe…” he was now grinning ear to ear. “Why are you calling Vox a filthy pest? That’s very rude Adam. You should go back to etiquette class. It would do you good.”

[adam-thefuckin-firstman]

“I’m calling him a filthy pest cause he is a filthy pest.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael is grinning like a smug little shit. “Vox? Did you hear what Adam just called you three times?” He was in the mood of starting drama today why? No one knows.

@voxpopulidei

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

"Well honestly as much as i hate to say it Im with adam, I think Brighter have too much interruptions because that Box head cant stop yapping even in his song" Lucifer shrugged, for the first time in +1000 years he's agreeing with Adam

@voxpopulidei @adam-thefuckin-firstman

[voxpopulidei]

Vox smirks at Michael and then winks at Adam.

"I'm afraid you were just outshined by a filthy pest. I don't know, try making your lyrics a bit... newer~ Oh wait, you cannot. For that you actually aren't bright enough, just like Lu here."

@michael-heavenly-knight

@adam-thefuckin-firstman

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell

[michael-heavenly-knight]

“I actually liked the choreography. Like how you spelt your name with your hands. Overall very well done.”

@voxpopulidei @that-motherducking-king-of-hell @adam-thefuckin-firstman

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

Lucifer roll his eyes, twirling his cane lazily as he glare at Vox. "Excuse me? 'Filthy pest' or not, Adam's song actually has soul—well, as much soul as an Exorcist can manage. Your music is just synthesized garbage meant to brainwash sinners who don't know any better.

@michael-heavenly-knight

@adam-thefuckin-firstman

@voxpopulidei

[michael-heavenly-knight]

“You’re just mad he outsmarted you so easily.”

@voxpopulidei @adam-thefuckin-firstman

[adam-thefuckin-firstman]

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKED HIS CHOREOGRAPHY?! He dances like a wannabe Kpop idol! You’re saying that is better than hell is forever?! You literally played it on the guitar for me once!”

@michael-heavenly-knight @voxpopulidei

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

I’m gonna say this once and once only. gravity is better than both of them.

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

Lucifer let out a gasp so dramatic you would think he’d just witnessed a tragedy "Oh, the drama! The betrayal! Adam, did you hear that? Your own right-hand bird just threw your precious little rock anthem directly into the garbage disposal!" Lucifer said, giggling before turning a sharp, sassy glare toward Lute. "And for the record, sweetie, if we’re talking about actual masterpieces, my five-second feature in 'Vox Populi' did more for the music industry than 'Gravity' could ever dream of. Vox needed my heavenly vocals in 'Vox Populi' just to make his own song relevant." Lucifer smirks at Vox "honestly, the flat-screen over there should be paying me royalties for saving his entire career."

@voxpopulidei @adam-thefuckin-firstman @lute-thereal-demonslayer

[voxpopulidei]

""Vox Dei" was much cooler than any of the songs you named. And that was, like, my least good song," Vox scoffs.

"I would say that "Gravity" is better than "Hell is Forever", though. The student surpassed her teacher."

@lute-thereal-demonslayer @adam-thefuckin-firstman @michael-heavenly-knight

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

“You’re delusional if you think any of your songs are any good. You just copy others. “Vox dei” was just a knockoff of Lucifer’s five second snippet.” She crosses her arms.

“As for YOU—“ points at Lucifer. “I did not betray Adam. “Hell is forever” is amazing it’s my moto, I just believed that “gravity” is way better!”

“My point stands ‘Gravity’ is better than all of your attempts of singing.”

@voxpopulidei @that-motherducking-king-of-hell @michael-heavenly-knight

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

Lucifer let out a loud, mocking cackle, pointing his cane accusingly at Vox with a sassy smirk. "Yes exactly! 'Vox Dei' was a total copy-paste of my part in 'Vox Populi,' you unoriginal little appliance! You literally stole my song, changed two words, and called it a masterpiece. You're a total cheater!"

He then spun on his heel, rolling his eyes. "And as for 'Gravity' and 'Brighter'? Please! Those two are musical soulmates. One sings 'storms coming, I can see the clouds,' and the other whines 'remember, trust us with your weather.' What is this, a collaborative meteorology report?" Lucifer said, letting out a dramatic sigh at their lack of creativity.

@lute-thereal-demonslayer @adam-thefuckin-firstman @michael-heavenly-knight @voxpopulidei

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

Tugs at Michael’s sleeve. “Michaeeeeeel, he is making fun of my song!” Turns to Lucifer. “And honestly your photoshop skills are pathetic. It’s like you gave a toddler an iPad.”

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell @michael-heavenly-knight @voxpopulidei

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Pats Lute’s head. “It’s okey your a big girl now you can handle it.”

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell @voxpopulidei @lute-thereal-demonslayer

[michael-heavenly-knight]

OOC// planning on writing a lot of Michael lore so might be a bit inactive for a few days. Just want to write what happened during the events of season to with Michael and how he changed and started believing in redemption.

Even making an art piece for it

[voxpopulidei]

"So, pets resemble their owners..."

*Looks at Vox*

*Looks at Shock.wav*

"... I don't see it."

Look at this photo, then.

[thereal-lucifer-kingofhell]

Yeeeahh I don’t see it too. Shock.wav scares me

(Look’s at Vox)

(Look’s at Shock.wav)

Yea I- I can’t see it either

[voxpopulidei]

*Vox pats Shock.wav* Don't worry, my shark son, you are not adopted. They must be blind if they don't see the resemblance.

@first-sinner-of-hell

[first-sinner-of-hell]

*Lilith feels a bit guilty about the sad look Shock.wav has while looking at Vox...But...* "I think Shock.wav is old enough to be told the truth, Vox..."

@thereal-lucifer-kingofhell

[thereal-lucifer-kingofhell]

Yea the shark who nearly wrecked the pride and ate alastor (wish he did) and saved your life can take it…

Who’s the stwong shark? You are Shock.wav

(He baby talked to the shark)

@voxpopulidei

[voxpopulidei]

"Lilith, you know that I respect you and find you inspiring, but if you upset Shock.Wav, I'll ask you to leave my tower. Same for you, Lucifer, except for I don't respect you and don't find you inspiring."

Vox entered parent mode.

"We have the same teeth, same color of eyes, same bloodlust. So don't you dare insinuate that he is not mine and doesn't resemble me!"

@first-sinner-of-hell

[first-sinner-of-hell]

"But he is a big boy now! Look at him! Besides, being an adopted son doesn't mean you are less of a parent, Vox!"

She starts to wave chicken treats in front of Shock.wav. That's right, Lilith has decided to use food as a cheap manipulation tactic.

"You are not angry at me, right, Shock.wavy~?"

@thereal-lucifer-kingofhell

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael had been listening to this banter for about 10 minutes and by this time he had enough.

“DOES FALLING MAKE PEOPLE BLIND OR SOMETHING?! Just look at them!” Points at Vox and Shock.wav. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Vox gave birth to that shark!”

@first-sinner-of-hell @thereal-lucifer-kingofhell

[alexis-thebubbly-exorsist]

Here is an old pic of me I found, which lute had taken a while ago.

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

This is my girlfriend, so you all BETTER BE NICE TO HER!

[alexis-thebubbly-exorsist]

Babe, don’t threaten people because of me …

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

uh…. Fine…

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Actually she is right lute, do not threaten people.

[lute-thereal-demonslayer]

MICHAEL?! Did you hear all of that?

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Yes lute I heard all of it. Do carry on.

[alexis-thebubbly-exorsist]

Guys I tried out my new pistol.

[michael-heavenly-knight]

You should make out with Lilith she’s prettier than your late wife.

He noticing gets irritated. “First of all don’t compare my wife to Lilith! They are both beautiful in their own ways!

Secondly, all I’m not interested in making out with my sister-in-law.

Lastly, I just want to say that by the amount of ask you’ve been sending in you’re probably the one who has a crush on her not me.”

[first-sinner-of-hell]

"I do have quite interesting fans, don't I, Michael?"

Lilith was not flirting with him, just amused at the situation.

"Also, I certainly share your opinion on how I'm not interested in my brother-in-law. And your wife is a sweet person, I would hate to make her distraught."

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael. “Shrugs been there. Once a person asked me to sign their wing…. Honestly weird things happen…”

He wasn’t the one who would think Lilith was flirting. Even if she was he probably wouldn’t understand it.

“I think you would have liked her.” He saddens at the mention of his beloved. “She was a very kind and compassionate seraphim…”

[first-sinner-of-hell]

"I won't say where people have asked me to sign my autograph because it's still family friendly hours time, but... The weirdest thing I have signed was a Barbie doll. I think that fan mistook me for the model the doll was based on."

Lilith puts a hand on Michael's shoulder. "I am sure she and I would have been the bestest friends... I am sorry, Michael."

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael smiles when Lilith puts a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, it’s alright… and about signing a Barbie doll… I do see the resemblance you both are blond and tall. Maybe that’s why?”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

You should make out with Lilith she’s prettier than your late wife.

He noticing gets irritated. “First of all don’t compare my wife to Lilith! They are both beautiful in their own ways!

Secondly, all I’m not interested in making out with my sister-in-law.

Lastly, I just want to say that by the amount of ask you’ve been sending in you’re probably the one who has a crush on her not me.”

[first-sinner-of-hell]

"I do have quite interesting fans, don't I, Michael?"

Lilith was not flirting with him, just amused at the situation.

"Also, I certainly share your opinion on how I'm not interested in my brother-in-law. And your wife is a sweet person, I would hate to make her distraught."

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael. “Shrugs been there. Once a person asked me to sign their wing…. Honestly weird things happen…”

He wasn’t the one who would think Lilith was flirting. Even if she was he probably wouldn’t understand it.

“I think you would have liked her.” He saddens at the mention of his beloved. “She was a very kind and compassionate seraphim…”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

You should make out with Lilith she’s prettier than your late wife.

He noticing gets irritated. “First of all don’t compare my wife to Lilith! They are both beautiful in their own ways!

Secondly, all I’m not interested in making out with my sister-in-law.

Lastly, I just want to say that by the amount of ask you’ve been sending in you’re probably the one who has a crush on her not me.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Just letting you know if Lucifer does for whatever reason you could snatch Lilith.

“I honestly think Lilith would be too distraught from Lucifer dying to even think of dating me. And I’m not interested. I have eyes for someone else.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

I ship you with Lilith

Michael stiffens. “Interesting idea…. Feel free to ship me with anyone, but personally I’m not interested.”

[gaslightgatekeepgoldengates]

Guys you'll never believe this but I swear I just saw the most tiniest cherub I've ever seen just floating around with a balloon. A balloon! I know it wasn't just some toy because I saw them looking around and sometimes readjusting their grip.

No idea if they planned to go anywhere in specific but I doubt it's out of Heaven. I still feel kind of bad for flapping my wings to send them away though. The balloon went crazier than I expected it to but they seemed like they were having fun.

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael couldn’t help but overhear this. “Wait you’re saying that the tiny cherub is bluing away with a ballon?. Kinda feel bad for the little guy should I fly after him just in case? Don’t want the poor thing to get hurt!”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

[open starter for @theserpnt ‘s drag night]

Michael wasn’t really sure to go to this event after reviving a ticket. It was in hell after all and he knew they sinners weren’t really fond of angels, especially archangels, considering that a particular archangel Adam had started a genocide over hells people for 7 years.

Still he decided to have a little hope after all angels were supposed to be positive (though most weren’t). He had worn one of his usual outfits, a navy blue blazer with matching dress pants, accessorized with a gold armor shoulder pad attached to his blazer with a relatively thin golden chain. Michael couldn’t really decide if it was too much and didn’t.

He walked into the venue carrying his usual calm composure and started to scan the room for any familiar faces. Michael’s wings were hidden with angelic magic so they wouldn’t draw too much attention.

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

The Cost of Freedom (Part 3)

@michael-heavenly-knight @first-sinner-of-hell

[Part 1] [Part 2-1] [Part 2-2]

Back in the Pride Ring, the Abyssal Seraph continues its ruthless rampage. Enraged by the blinding blast of light Michael left in his wake, the towering entity lets out a distorted, bone-chilling roar that fractures the very sky. It floats slowly above the streets of Pentagram City, its six jagged, obsidian wings spread wide as it hovers with terrifying poise. Moving with cold, calculated intent, it systematically destroys anything in its path, tearing through structures and leveling entire districts as it scans the Pride Ring, relentlessly hunting for the unique signature of the King's fractured soul.

Up close, the creature is a manifestation of corrupted grandeur, heavily mirroring Lucifer's sharp proportions but twisted into an unholy silhouette. Its slender body is a deep midnight-purple, wrapped in sharp angles that mimic a jagged coat. Rising from its messy, stark-white hair are two massive, curving black horns that erupt with a crackling violet fire. Its face is a cruel mask of absolute darkness, broken only by a wide, jagged grin of golden, razor-sharp teeth and a pair of predatory yellow eyes that flare with a menacing glow.

The truly terrifying aspect of its design is the trail of eyes scattered across its body—several glowing yellow eyes line its collarbone and torso, blinking with erratic, hyper-vigilant malice. The entity hovers effortlessly, channeling bursts of blazing purple fire from its clawed hands. The six wings spreading from its back are wide, dark sails filled with even more peering, illuminated eyes that track every movement below. Every breath it takes shakes the air with a low, radio-static hum, completely unchained and focused entirely on hunting down its creator.

Meanwhile, the gold-blurred light of the portal snaps shut, plunging the chaotic noise into a sudden, deep stillness.

Stella’s hooves touch down softly onto the crimson, dust-covered plains of the Wrath Ring. Above, the harsh, blood-red sun casts deep shadows over the vast ranches and volcanic rock formations. Lucifer lies entirely motionless across the saddle, caught in a heavy, exhausted oblivion.

His physical condition carries the terrifying story of what just happened back in Pride, offering a silent, grim layout for the others to analyze. His fair skin remains an ashen, ghostly gray, and the deep obsidian black of his stained clothes lingers like ink—a clear physical reminder of the violation his soul just endured to break free. His six white wings are wilted and heavily damaged. Most alarming is the severe, glowing fracture at the root of his wings, where his angelic essence and clothing look forcefully split apart. It actively weeps a steady trail of golden ichor down the horse's flank. The trauma looks deeply metaphysical, a brutal testament to a soul that literally had to tear itself apart at the seams just to force a parasitic entity out. His breathing is dangerously shallow and faint, his body completely running on empty.

@michael-heavenly-knight @first-sinner-of-hell

//The Abyss Seraph full demon form

//OMG THIS DRAWING TOOK SO MUCH

//bloopers of the early version (DRAWING ON PAPER IS SO EASY I CANT)

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael didn’t see anyone when they landed. The wrath ring was like a deserted desert to him. He looked around, choosing to stay on Stella until he saw someone familiar.

Nothing.

Well… at least not yet. He looked down at Lucifer who he was still holding onto. “Don’t worry brother I’ll find them and then I’ll find a way to stop that wretched thing— ah—!” He felt a sharp sting in his left arm the wound was closed thanks to some healing magic he had used on the way, but closing the wounds didn’t always help with pain.

Michael decided to take the upper ground and look around the wrath ring form above. After all everything is better form a Birds Eye view. With that Stella’s hooves lifted off the ground and the majestic aileron continued to fly in the dusty orange sky, while its owner scanned everything from above.

Whilst, he was looking around Michael decided to use this time to contact heaven. With a flick of his fingers he started a call with his assistant and right hand woman in the heavenly host army Agatha. When she finally answered Michael said.

“Agatha, I need to ask you to do some things are you ready? Because you will probably have to write them down.”

On the other line Agatha got her tablet to write down everything Michael would tell her to do with a worried expression. “Sir are you alright? I—“

“This is not the time for questions Agatha just listen. Lucifer, my younger brother, you know the guy he you all call the ‘Devil’, kinda got possessed by an abyss seraph. I did manage to free him from it, but now the dreadful creature manifested into living form and is currently wrecking pentagram city and the whole pride ring in general…” Michael was about to continue when he’s lovely assistant interrupted again.

“I’m sorry… you’re saying that there is a being with the power to wipe out a city?! Should I tell Sera or lady Raguel about this I could—“

“Maybe I would tell you if you actually let me finish the sentence.” Michael said flatly and cleared his throat. “As I was saying… tell Sera I might be gone for a bit. In addition to this, I suggest to create a protective barrier around heaven. Just in case this Abyss seraph finds a way to our home. I know that it is capable of firing a blast, similar to the one which blew off the pearly gates. Tell her to get as many seraphs, archangels and virtues so the shield could be stronger. Get all that?”

In heaven Agatha was rapidly writing on her tablet with her stylist. “Yes, yes. I’ll assume there’s probably more?”

Michael quickly checked to see if Lucifer had woken up and then continued speaking. “Go to Raguel and have heavens armies at stand by. Not the exorcists though. They’ll have no chance against a primordial being. It’s better if they just stay safe in heaven. Plus I don’t want Abel to be under that much stress … again.”

“Okey. Got it. I’ll be on my way to find Sera.” She said already getting up form the desk. Agatha unfolded her wings and flew off to find the Seraphim. Michael didn’t know what else happened because the call had ended.

Stella continued flying around the wrath ring. That was when he noticed Satan’s palace. Of course! Lilith was probably there with Charlie and the others. Without thinking much he landed outside it and started to call out. “Lilith? Charlie? Are any of you here? I have Lucifer! He is back to normal… well a bit hurt, but that thing isn’t inside him anymore!”

He didn’t dismount Stella yet. A part of that reason was that he wouldn’t be able to carry Lucifer, because of the wound on his arm still stung with sharp pain.

@first-sinner-of-hell

[first-sinner-of-hell]

The Morningstars quickly got outside of the Palace, running as soon as they heard Michael's voice.

"Uncle Michael! I'm so glad you are alright!!" Charlie was so glad to see her uncle in good health that her eyes had yet to land on her father.

However, Lilith was already right at her husband's side, running so fast one may think she had just teleported. "Luci! Lucifer, please, open your eyes! I beg you, please!" She craddled Lucifer's head over her lap, not realizing her tears were starting to fall into his sleeping face.

"Dad!" Charlie ran close to her weeping mother. "We have to take him inside, I'm sure some of us will be able to heal him!"

Lilith could only nod, not allowing anyone else to carry him inside.

"You too, Uncle Michael. We will be able to treat your arm, I'm sure of it."

However, someone else had run outside with everyone else. And, despite his overwhelming height, it was quite impressive no one else had yet noticed him there until now.

"No." Satan stated, his voice as stern as his posture. "You-" He signaled at Michael. "Are not allowed in my domains."

"But Uncle Satan...!"

"No arguing back. Or do you want everyone except your father back into the Pride Ring?"

Charlie shut up right at that very moment, looking at Michael with nervousness. She didn't know what to do.

Only Michael knew why Satan was so adamant in kicking him out. Seems like he still wasn't over Michael winning their fight a thousand years ago.

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

Back in the Pride Ring, the smoke of the burning Vee Tower rises high into a blood-red sky. The Abyssal Seraph had first descended directly upon the high-tech fortress, tearing through the structures in a blind, predatory fury as it searched for Vox. Though the Media Overlord had already fled to hide in another corner of Pentagram City along with the rest of the evacuated tower, the creature's unholy rage refuses to cool. It drifts high above the crumbling neon streets, its massive, eye-covered sails gliding through the ash with terrifying poise.

"Vox...~" a cold, dual-toned voice booms directly into the sky—a hollow, screeching sound layered with heavy distortion that violently shakes the surrounding skyscrapers and crackles across the city's audio frequencies. "Hide in the shadows all you want, little parasite! The King cannot protect you. He cannot even save himself. I will bleach this entire ring in holy fire until you both bleed at my feet!"

Realizing the Overlord is gone, the creature's predatory yellow eyes snap toward its next high-profile target: Carmilla Carmine. Driven by the echo of Lucifer's deep-seated resentment and trauma, the entity locks onto the Top Weapons Dealer. It remembers the massive cannon she helped Vox build—the weapon engineered from recycled angelic steel to harness and trap Lucifer’s immense power, leaving the King tortured, trapped, and utterly weakened. Leaving the Vee Tower completely engulfed in raging purple fire, the Seraph hovers toward Carmine Industries, its trail of eyes blinking with hyper-vigilant malice, entirely consumed by a cold desire to hunt down the woman responsible for its creator’s agony.

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Meanwhile in the Wrath ring, the world remains a completely blank, freezing void. Inside the quiet oblivion of his unconsciousness, Lucifer doesn't feel the gentle sway of Stella’s gait, nor does he hear the frantic, tear-choked voices of his wife and daughter desperately pleading for him to wake up as they cradle his head. He is entirely numb, drifting through the dark wreckage of his own mind while his fractured grace slowly tries to knit the severe, glowing rift at the root of his wings.

But as his physical body is gently moved from the saddle, the sudden shift in gravity causes his head to loll back against Lilith's shoulder. A soft, agonizing whine slips from his pale lips—a sound entirely weak, hollow, and stripped of all his usual dramatic pride. The deep obsidian-black staining his clothes remains cold to the touch, a physical scar of the parasite's forced re-entry that refuses to fade even in the scorching heat of the Wrath Ring.

Lucifer's eyelids flutter as he heard fragments of Satan's conversation with his twin. The blinding electric white light from earlier is completely gone, leaving his true crimson pupils to slowly bleed back into view, unfocused, glassy, and swimming with a profound, exhausting confusion. He looks up blindly at the dusty orange sky, his fingers weakly twitching against Lilith’s dress as he tries to process the heavy, hostile tension vibrating through the courtyard.

"L...Lilith...? M-Mikey...?" Lucifer mumbles, his voice a fragile, breathless rasp that barely carries over the dry wind. He doesn't have the strength to lift his head, his six white wings remaining completely wilted and dead beneath him as a fresh trail of golden ichor seeps into the dirt.

"Satan... don't..." he breathes out, a weak, trembling hand blindly reaching up into the empty air toward his twin brother, his glassy eyes wide with a sudden, panicked dread as he hears the Archangel of War being kicked out. "Michael... stayed... Don't make him... don't make him go back..."

A sharp, wet choke cuts off his breathing as Lucifer violently coughs up a heavy spray of bright golden blood, the fluid spilling past his lips, staining his chin and spilling directly onto Lilith’s dress. He gasps for air, his chest rattling as another harsh, agonizing cough wracks his fragile body, leaving him completely breathless, shivering, and clinging to consciousness by a single thread at his brother's boots.

He doesn't care about the old war, and he doesn't care about their pride; in his broken, childlike state of mind, he just knows that if Michael leaves, the towering shadow monster waiting in the Pride Ring will finish them both aven if he can't access them now.

@broadcasting-screams-since-33

[broadcasting-screams-since-33]

Satan considers kicking Michael out himself and, in spite of his advisor trying to help him countain his ire, he is exhaling huge clouds of smoke through his nostrils.

However, Lilith, Charlie and even Lucifer need his help.

"Tell you what, Michael. You give me back the spear you used to smite me back then, and I'll let you stay."

He is going to break it down and use it as toothpicks.

"Yes!" Charlie exclaims. "Yes, thank you, Satan! Michael? Uncle? Please???"

"Uh, hi?" A horned, unimpressed imp approaches them while watching his phone, while two small imps open wide eyes behind him. "Hey there! Blitz, the O is silent. Have you seen a tall, creepy, smiling deer demon around?" He scrolls through a few messages. "Client. Red head. Not bangable, unless you're into that, not judging! He like, texted me the coordinates and sort of bailed."

"Oooooh, Satan..." The small, white-haired imp mutters as he recognized the Sin, who by the way almost had his whole group executed recently.

"Oh, right!" Blitz exclaims as he finally recognized his client. "Never mind, found him! Or, his remains, shit... who are we gonna smuggle cheap rye too, now?"

Alastor is indeed slumped at the foot of a bench, although he did his best to turn on his side. As Blitz approaches, he forces words through his throat. "Open a portal to... Pride. Push me through."

"Uh-uh. Riiiight. That is... not suspicious at all. How much are you paying?

"Boss!" the woman imp whispers next to him. "That's..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, not cool, but we need MO-NEY, Milly! A client is only a client when he pays!"

Alastor can't invoque anything, and his wallet looks... pathetic. It lets escape a live moth, actually. "I'll pay you later."

"Mmmm... I don't know, that whole situation seems sketchy..."

"YOU THINK?" the little guy imp, Moxxie, yells as he gestures wildly to Satan, Lilith, AN ARCHANGEL, and certainly a lot of important people they should stay far away from.

@voxpopulidei

[voxpopulidei]

Vox arrives to the ruins of the Hotel five minutes before his time is up. Through his deal with Velvette he feels his associate leaving the Ring. That's good. That's very, very well. Best result he could hope for.

Ethan, Travis and Melissa are where he instructed, alongside with dozens of employees - all hiding between the cracks and fallen blocks of the Hotel. Angel Dust is trembling; he already checked the ruins and didn't find Husk's body, so he tries to persuade himself really, really hard that Husk is okay. That he wasn't in the part of the Hotel, obliterated by the angelic beam.

Shock.wav is lying patiently on his belly on the ground dozens of meters apart from Hotel, and, being the good shark he is, wags his tail, as Vox runs into him, hugging him by the side.

"Oh, Shock.wav," he whispers, "I'm so glad to see you. Such a good boy."

Ethan approaches Vox from the side of the ruins.

"Sir," he says quietly, as he is close enough, "Are you sure that the Queen will open the portal?"

Ethan's eyes keep turning towards something to the side behind Vox's back, and Vox doesn't need to look back to know that he's watching the creature in the sky.

"In about five, no, four more minutes," Vox says. "We just need to wait a bit. Did you get all the necessary people? Did you manage to..."

"Oh my Satan," Ethan's eyes grow wide, filled with primal terror, and, since Vox knows that Ethan would never dare to interrupt him without a really valid reason, he turns to look back.

The V-Tower is on fire. The creature tears through it, raging, roaring, and then engulfs it all in purple flame, and chunks of the building are falling down, and Vox cannot help but remember how he started constructing it five years after Alastor rejected his offer; how he grew it floor by floor, until it became the highest building in entire Hell; until Val joined him, bringing the second V on top of the tower, and then Vel.

Vox worked on this so much. For so long. He is greedy, he always was, but whatever he wanted, he earned through blood and sweat and work.

"Mr. Vox, sir," Ethan's throat obviously gave out, since that word comes out of his mouth in a gasped whisper. "The portal. It's here."

The Queen has fulfilled her promise.

"Good," Vox finds his own voice raspy, almost absent. "Get everyone in there. I need... a minute."

Ethan makes sure to usher all Sinners into portal - which doesn't take much convincing, given they all saw what happened in the distance. Vox is watching his tower burn - and it feels like something in his chest also burns, dark and heavy. He really should look away, but how can he? All his afterlife goes down in ashes. Vox...~

The creature says his name, and everything in Vox tenses with frozen anger and fear.

Hide in the shadows all you want, little parasite!

"Mr. Vox!" Ethan grabs him by the wrist - something he would never dare to do in normal circumstances, but he has no other choice, because Vox doesn't react; he just stares at the creature in the sky, glued to the spot, "We need to leave. Now."

Eel Sinner's glance falls at the tower, and a sob escapes his throat.

"Sir, please!"

That and Shock.wav's short whine finally snap Vox out of it. He looks at his assistant, and sees that Ethan and Shock.wav are the only ones left outside the portal, with him.

Media Overlord puts a hand on Ethan's shoulder and squeezes it shortly.

"It's okay," he says, voice strained and staticky, "Everything is okay. It's just a building. You got us the most valuable souls. Others will be safe in the basement. Who cares about the tower, right? We can always build more."

Vox lets Shock.wav and Ethan rush forward into the portal, and he himself takes one final look at burning Pride Ring.

He notices a small figure, standing on top of the ruins of the roof, and immediately recognizes it.

"Baxter, you crazy son of a bitch! Get down here! Do you want to die?!"

Baxter looks down at him and scoffs.

"A scientist should not be scared by the risks, if the experiment is worth it," he declares with a proud smirk. "And witnessing an apocalypse is, indeed, worth i..."

Vox grabs him with the wire and pulls him inside the portal without thinking twice, as it closes behind them - and they, as all before them, they appear in the Wrath ring, right before Lilith, Satan and others.

@that-motherducking-king-of-hell

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

The blood-red sky above Pentagram City burns with a toxic, violet glare as the Abyssal Seraph shifts its catastrophic focus away from the smoldering skeleton of the Vee Tower. Striking out into the open air, the colossal, eye-covered entity rides the shockwaves of its own unholy energy, guided entirely by the leftover traces of Lucifer’s deep-seated trauma. It isn't just looking for a fight; it is hunting down the sources of its creator's agony.

Its colossal yellow eyes lock instantly onto the sprawling, high-security fortress of Carmine Industries.

The primordial entity remembers. Deep within the fractured fabric of Lucifer’s subconscious lies the memory of the brutal, angelic-steel cannon that Carmilla Carmine helped Vox construct. It remembers the agonizing grip of that weapon—engineered specifically to siphon, trap, and torture the King of Hell, draining his royal grace until he was left utterly defenseless.

"Carmilla Carmine...~" the dual-toned, glitching screech rattles the foundations of the weapons district, shattering every glass window for miles. "You dared to forge a cage for a God. Now, watch your empire melt into the dirt."

Sailing through the ash with terrifying speed, the Seraph rains down a torrent of dark violet and gold holy radiation directly onto the automated defense turrets. The heavy steel walls crack and liquify under the intense, radioactive heat, turning the wealthiest weapons manufacturing plant in Hell into a blazing, inescapable inferno within seconds.

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Lucifer’s head lolls back heavily against Lilith’s shoulder, his pale cheek resting against her trembling lap as she cradles him tightly. His voice is barely a ghost of a sound, a faint, ragged thread of air that is instantly swallowed by the dry wind of the Wrath Ring. He cannot manage to lift his chin, his entire body sinking with a terrifying, heavy density into his wife's embrace. Every word he tries to form costs him an immense amount of his dwindling strength, causing a thin, continuous trickle of golden celestial blood to seep from the corner of his lips.

His glassy, unfocused crimson eyes don't look at Satan or the panicked refugees. Instead, they strain upwards, locking onto the broken visor of Michael’s helmet. His fingers weakly, hopelessly twitch against his brother’s soot-covered sleeve, unable to even gather the strength to squeeze the fabric.

"That thing..." he breathes out, so quietly it is almost a sigh. "If it... comes back... don't let... don't let it..."

His chest hitches violently, a shallow, rattling gasp cutting him off as his body shivers from an internal, metaphysical freeze. He swallows hard, trying to fight the creeping blackness at the edges of his vision just long enough to deliver the final, desperate plea of a broken child.

"Just kill me..." he whispers, the words almost entirely silent, carried only by the warmth of his breath against his family. "Please... just... not the dark..."

Hearing those words escape his lips is a deeply chilling, visceral horror for everyone standing in the courtyard. There is a raw, agonizing terror in watching someone completely surrender their will to live—. To hear a soul so utterly crushed by fear and trauma that death becomes its only imagined sanctuary strikes a profound, paralyzing dread into the hearts of anyone who'd witness it. It is the ultimate admission of absolute defeat, a heartbreaking signal that the psychological torment has surpassed what a person can endure, leaving him completely helpless against the invisible weight crushing his spirit.

A sharp spasm ripples through the base of his spine where his soul was torn apart, but his breathing finally slows, stabilizing into a deep, shallow rhythm. With that final breath, the last spark of resistance leaves him. His hand falls completely limp against Lilith's dress, and his six dead, smoke-stained wings spread out motionless in the red dirt. His eyes close shut, the crimson irises disappearing beneath his eyelids as he goes entirely dead-weight on Lilith's lap.

He is not dying—his fractured grace is holding together by a thread, stubbornly keeping him anchored to life—but he has plunged into a deep, unresponsive coma to begin the grueling process of healing.

@michael-heavenly-knight

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael had been standing there staring into Lucifer’s eyes as his twin brother wouldn’t look away from him. The pain in his arm was still there but he had completely forgotten about it. All he could think of was one thing and that was his brother.

He lost him once and he will never lose him ever again. Not to some stupid show seraph and certainly not with his own will. Thats why Lucifer’s words “Just kill me… please just not the dark.” Really landed.

Michael went in Satan’s place not choosing to stand outside and look at everything form a distance anymore, he certainly wasn’t afraid of some giant red guy and if it ment fighting him he would, just to get close to his twin brother. He crouched down placing his hand gently on Lucifer’s chest. The hand started to glow faintly gold, but only for a moment and soon it returned back to normal.

“I hope at least that could give him some energy and strength to wake up.” He looks at Lilith who was right next to him. “Sorry I couldn’t give him more. Firing that blast to weaken the abyss seraph made me use a lot of my power. Just give me a bit more time and I’d probably able to heal him.”

He let his hand brush over Lucifer’s cheek in a soft caress and then glanced back at Satan. Michael narrowed his eyes as his expression became sharper. “Satan, I don’t think you have the right to ask for my spear right now. Even if I had it on me right now, I wouldn’t give it to you. You see… you don’t really have the authority to stop an archangel from going anywhere. If you try to kick me out I’ll just remind you what happened last time…”

With that he doesn’t pay much more attention to the towering red sin and turns back to Lucifer, whose head was still resting in Lilith’s arms.

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Meanwhile in heaven…

Sera was pacing in the empty court room of heaven. Agatha had just finished explaining what Michael had told her to do. Still Sera was in disbelief. This wasn’t the time for another huge threat to appear. After all only a few months had passed after the whole ‘incident’ and heaven was still recovering from it.

“You sure that was what he told you?” Sera asked for about the 100th time.

“Yes ma’am that was what he said.” Agatha nodded. “He said it was a primordial abyss seraph which had the power to destroy the whole pride ring. Michael said it came from the devil. I do not know more but I know it’s a threat to heaven.”

“Still! It cannot possible be that bad!” Sera was trying not to worry too much but it was certainly not working. She opened one of heavens eyes to really see what was going on in hell. It was worse than she expected. The shadowy creature really was flying around the pride ring wrecking everything.

Sera infernally turned it off. “Okey, I stand corrected that is actually very bad…”

Nearby Abel was worried and completely terrified. “Sera! What are we going to do! I’m not ready for this!” He said in a panicked voice. He was immediately grabbed by lute. “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?! We must go down and stop that thing before anything happens! Sera I’ll get the exorcists and—“

“No.” Sera said flatly. “We are going to do what Michael suggested. Heavens safety matters more than what’s happening right now in hell.” With that she looked back at Michael’s assistant. “Call him and ask him to come back.”

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Back in hell…

Michael hadn’t let go of Lucifer the whole time he was there. He didn’t want to leave his brother alone for even a single minute. He wouldn’t leave until he knew he really was alright.

That was when the phone in his pocket buzzed. Michael looked at who it was and immediately declined the call already knowing what they would ask of him. He knows he has to go back home but right now he can’t. “Heaven is probably going on lockdown…” he muttered. It wasn’t intended towards anyone, just to himself.

@first-sinner-of-hell

[michael-heavenly-knight]

𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯𝓯

[ Oneshot/free starter ]

For the first time in centuries, Michael had an entire day where he had absolutely nothing to do. No meetings which seemed to go on forever, no endless paperwork and no one complaining. This was probably the only day off he would have ever have in the next millennial so he decided to use it wisely.

Michael had chosen Heaven’s beach, where he was sitting at a small table in the shade of some trees. A cup of iced black coffee rested in his hands as he watched the waves gently roll across the golden sand. The sunlight reflected beautifully across the water, and the peaceful sound of the ocean was almost enough to make him forget about his responsibilities.

And that was what he wanted to do that day. To forget that he was responsible for an entire realms safety and just enjoy the day like a normal person.

Michael leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he took a slow sip of coffee. “Finally…” For once, he could simply sit there and just relax.

Then —BZZZT, BZZZT—

His phone suddenly began ringing on the table. Michael opened his eyes and stared at the phone. The peaceful expression on his face was slowly replaced by irritation. “…You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me…..”

Michael groaned and reached for the phone. “On day! Just one day you relaxation! I can’t even have that! Fuck my life…” he mumbled and answered the phone. “Who is it?”

[ask-the-hazbin-therapist]

"Michael?!" Lumina cried frantically down the phone, ducking and dodging as she attempted to keep the receiver end clear of screaming tiny faces while trying to hold the baby still. "It's your favourite Sinner ever!"

Or I better be after this!

Small fingers twisted in her rust-coloured hair, yanking in a way that had her teeth knit against a yelp of pain.

"It's Sariel!! I tried to put him down for a nap but he didn't want to and he's all cranky now which wouldn't be an issue but now he has six eyeballs and is trying to conjure these little sparks of angelic fire at me and as a demon I'm pretty allergic to that!!"

The so-called angel baby gurgled a word of command and another bolt of flame spurt up on her carpet which made her frantically rush over and stamp it out.

At this rate, he'll burn the hotel down!

"What do I do?!"

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael’s iced coffee went flying out of his hand as soon as he heard Lumina’s started voice. Luckily he managed to catch it before it fell to the ground and he ended up flying with his face inches above the ground.

After carefully setting it back on the table Michael says. “Okey… just stay calm. Have you tried singing a lullaby ? That’s what I do whenever I can’t put him to bed.”

Even though he tried to maintain his calmness there was a slight hint of concern in his voice. “ I’m sorry…” after a little pause he says. “If a lullaby doesn’t work try giving him chocolate. That’s the last resort though. If the lullaby doesn’t work.”

Internally Michale feels bad. He knows Sariel wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and is just a little fussy archangel. Still he can’t help but blame himself. “I can come get him if you want… I’m sorry.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Send a ☂️ to show up at my muses door soaked through from the rain.

RP meme to send a ☂️ to show up at my muses door soaked from the rain.

Michael was in his home happily playing with Lux after he had put Sariel to sleep.

That was when the doorbell rang. He opened the door, expecting a normal visitor, only to stop when he saw Gabriel standing there completely soaked.

“…Gabriel?” Michael sighed, stepping aside and opening the door wider. “Come inside before you catch a cold. What happened to you?” With a snap of his fingers the fireplace in the lounge immediately blazed. “May I ask what happened?”

[godsmessenger-gabriel]

Gabriel immediately made his way to the fireplace, warming up his soaked wings. He brushed off some water droplets from his halo and looked at his older brother.

“Uh, just fell into a lake and then got caught in the rain talk about a rough day am I right?” He was slowly but surly drying off.”

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael had to cover his mouth to hide himself snickering.

“Gabriel… my dear brother, how the hell do you fall into a lake? Did your wings stop working or something?” He is still laughing, even though he is tying to stop. “Sorry, I’m so sorry but I just can’t! This is absolutely hilarious.”

Even though Michael enjoyed teasing his brother he still didn’t want him to catch a cold. That why he took a wool blanket and placed it around Gabriel’s shoulders. “Maybe next time be more careful?”

[godsmessenger-gabriel]

Gabriel was just about to retaliate and say something to Michael but he felt the warm blanket around his shoulders. He sighed deeply leaning into the warmth.

“Thanks Michael…” he says and crosses his arms still mad.

“Though I do think this is not funny at all! I got soaked and the first thing you do is Laugh! That’s not something a great big brother would do! Am a right?” Gabriel looks at Michale with a somewhat angry expression.

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael shook his head and sighed. “Sorry Gabriel I didn’t mean to laugh but seeing the messenger angel completely soaked it quite funny… but I apologize.”

He added some more logs to the fireplace and turned back to Gabriel. “Do you want some tea? I’m sure it would make you feel better.”

Michael didn’t even wait for an answer just called out. “Hey Emma! Sweetie! Look who is here!” He pointed at Gabriel and continued. “Could you make him some tea? And maybe while you’re at it make some for us too?”

@emael-thelove-and-beauty

[emael-thelove-and-beauty]

Emael was surprised seeing Gabriel. She gave him a tight hug.

Of course I can make him a tea. I’ll make us some too. Aaawh Gabriel did this one made you mad?

She smacked Michael’s head softly

Why the long face?

@godsmessenger-gabriel

[godsmessenger-gabriel]

Gabriel quickly hugged Emael. “Lady Emael it’s nice to see you again.” He said playfully and looked up at her white eyes.

“Michael is just pulling my leg, nothing serious. Brotherly teasing that’s all.” He quickly had a yellow rose appear in his hand, yellow symbolizing friendship. “Tea would sound lovely and here is a little something for you.”

Then he leans back and whispers to Michael. “You know how lucky you are you get to call her yours right?”

@michael-heavenly-knight

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael smiled and whispered back. “I know…”

He leaned in and placed a kiss on Emael’s cheek. “Darling I’ll just stay with Gabriel. Make sure he gets all dried up.”

@emael-thelove-and-beauty

[that-motherducking-king-of-hell]

The Cost of Freedom (Part 3)

@michael-heavenly-knight @first-sinner-of-hell

[Part 1] [Part 2-1] [Part 2-2]

Back in the Pride Ring, the Abyssal Seraph continues its ruthless rampage. Enraged by the blinding blast of light Michael left in his wake, the towering entity lets out a distorted, bone-chilling roar that fractures the very sky. It floats slowly above the streets of Pentagram City, its six jagged, obsidian wings spread wide as it hovers with terrifying poise. Moving with cold, calculated intent, it systematically destroys anything in its path, tearing through structures and leveling entire districts as it scans the Pride Ring, relentlessly hunting for the unique signature of the King's fractured soul.

Up close, the creature is a manifestation of corrupted grandeur, heavily mirroring Lucifer's sharp proportions but twisted into an unholy silhouette. Its slender body is a deep midnight-purple, wrapped in sharp angles that mimic a jagged coat. Rising from its messy, stark-white hair are two massive, curving black horns that erupt with a crackling violet fire. Its face is a cruel mask of absolute darkness, broken only by a wide, jagged grin of golden, razor-sharp teeth and a pair of predatory yellow eyes that flare with a menacing glow.

The truly terrifying aspect of its design is the trail of eyes scattered across its body—several glowing yellow eyes line its collarbone and torso, blinking with erratic, hyper-vigilant malice. The entity hovers effortlessly, channeling bursts of blazing purple fire from its clawed hands. The six wings spreading from its back are wide, dark sails filled with even more peering, illuminated eyes that track every movement below. Every breath it takes shakes the air with a low, radio-static hum, completely unchained and focused entirely on hunting down its creator.

Meanwhile, the gold-blurred light of the portal snaps shut, plunging the chaotic noise into a sudden, deep stillness.

Stella’s hooves touch down softly onto the crimson, dust-covered plains of the Wrath Ring. Above, the harsh, blood-red sun casts deep shadows over the vast ranches and volcanic rock formations. Lucifer lies entirely motionless across the saddle, caught in a heavy, exhausted oblivion.

His physical condition carries the terrifying story of what just happened back in Pride, offering a silent, grim layout for the others to analyze. His fair skin remains an ashen, ghostly gray, and the deep obsidian black of his stained clothes lingers like ink—a clear physical reminder of the violation his soul just endured to break free. His six white wings are wilted and heavily damaged. Most alarming is the severe, glowing fracture at the root of his wings, where his angelic essence and clothing look forcefully split apart. It actively weeps a steady trail of golden ichor down the horse's flank. The trauma looks deeply metaphysical, a brutal testament to a soul that literally had to tear itself apart at the seams just to force a parasitic entity out. His breathing is dangerously shallow and faint, his body completely running on empty.

@michael-heavenly-knight @first-sinner-of-hell

//The Abyss Seraph full demon form

//OMG THIS DRAWING TOOK SO MUCH

//bloopers of the early version (DRAWING ON PAPER IS SO EASY I CANT)

[michael-heavenly-knight]

Michael didn’t see anyone when they landed. The wrath ring was like a deserted desert to him. He looked around, choosing to stay on Stella until he saw someone familiar.

Nothing.

Well… at least not yet. He looked down at Lucifer who he was still holding onto. “Don’t worry brother I’ll find them and then I’ll find a way to stop that wretched thing— ah—!” He felt a sharp sting in his left arm the wound was closed thanks to some healing magic he had used on the way, but closing the wounds didn’t always help with pain.

Michael decided to take the upper ground and look around the wrath ring form above. After all everything is better form a Birds Eye view. With that Stella’s hooves lifted off the ground and the majestic aileron continued to fly in the dusty orange sky, while its owner scanned everything from above.

Whilst, he was looking around Michael decided to use this time to contact heaven. With a flick of his fingers he started a call with his assistant and right hand woman in the heavenly host army Agatha. When she finally answered Michael said.

“Agatha, I need to ask you to do some things are you ready? Because you will probably have to write them down.”

On the other line Agatha got her tablet to write down everything Michael would tell her to do with a worried expression. “Sir are you alright? I—“

“This is not the time for questions Agatha just listen. Lucifer, my younger brother, you know the guy he you all call the ‘Devil’, kinda got possessed by an abyss seraph. I did manage to free him from it, but now the dreadful creature manifested into living form and is currently wrecking pentagram city and the whole pride ring in general…” Michael was about to continue when he’s lovely assistant interrupted again.

“I’m sorry… you’re saying that there is a being with the power to wipe out a city?! Should I tell Sera or lady Raguel about this I could—“

“Maybe I would tell you if you actually let me finish the sentence.” Michael said flatly and cleared his throat. “As I was saying… tell Sera I might be gone for a bit. In addition to this, I suggest to create a protective barrier around heaven. Just in case this Abyss seraph finds a way to our home. I know that it is capable of firing a blast, similar to the one which blew off the pearly gates. Tell her to get as many seraphs, archangels and virtues so the shield could be stronger. Get all that?”

In heaven Agatha was rapidly writing on her tablet with her stylist. “Yes, yes. I’ll assume there’s probably more?”

Michael quickly checked to see if Lucifer had woken up and then continued speaking. “Go to Raguel and have heavens armies at stand by. Not the exorcists though. They’ll have no chance against a primordial being. It’s better if they just stay safe in heaven. Plus I don’t want Abel to be under that much stress … again.”

“Okey. Got it. I’ll be on my way to find Sera.” She said already getting up form the desk. Agatha unfolded her wings and flew off to find the Seraphim. Michael didn’t know what else happened because the call had ended.

Stella continued flying around the wrath ring. That was when he noticed Satan’s palace. Of course! Lilith was probably there with Charlie and the others. Without thinking much he landed outside it and started to call out. “Lilith? Charlie? Are any of you here? I have Lucifer! He is back to normal… well a bit hurt, but that thing isn’t inside him anymore!”

He didn’t dismount Stella yet. A part of that reason was that he wouldn’t be able to carry Lucifer, because of the wound on his arm still stung with sharp pain.

@first-sinner-of-hell

Info about Agatha for those who may be interested