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A point regarding Ultrakill's Painting Discussion i've never really seen brought up
(Or maybe it has been brought up before idk i'm not active on other socials like twitter or reddit)
So everyone is talking about the painting of the archangels, and while i myself agree that "LUCIFER" looks like a word that could easily slide onto what remains of the letters on the nameplate, and i acknowledge the direct mention of Lucifer in the 8-3 secret book, there is something that just bothers me.
When i first saw this painting my very first thought was "Oh wow, Gabriel looks so... plain". Like sorry king you're slaying but everyone else's designs are just over the top compared to Gabe's. Initially i've found this jarring but shrugged it off, i like myself a cool design. But after reading the Power's terminal entry, it suddenly made sense:
It all clicked. Judging by this entry, the painting was made AFTER the luxury-vanity-craze overtook Heaven. And the change of Heaven's tastes seems to have happed AFTER the disappearance of God, at least i strongly believe so, cause it would be just kind of weird if angels started letting their vices get out of hand right in front of the Father and then continued the trend into His disappearance (as we know Gabriel became the judge of Hell long after God left). Plus the way Powers caved to their flaws the moment Gabriel stopped directly overseeing them seems almost like a direct parallel pointing towards Heaven in its entirety doing the very same as soon as God was gone.
So, my point is, the painting was made after God disappeared. Why is this important in my eyes? It raises a question: why would you even paint Lucifer in the first place?
If Lucifer was ripped off the painting for being a banished traitor, well, that fact about him was probably widely known for a long time since God himself threw Lucifer into the pit of hell, so it just doesn't make sense to me that he would be depicted at all. It all depends on the author of the painting of course, it could be someone neutral towards Lucifer, but painting him in the modern age of Heaven beside the other four archangels when he has been rotting down in Hell for a long time now? Why?
Am i making sense? Am i reading into this too hard? Am i missing something obvious (probably so)? Idk!
Adding my two cents imo this could be one two things:
1. Itās a mistake by the devs, the ULTRAKILL team has been careful so far to make sure everything made sense so this is unlikely (especially with the time and work the poured into layer 8), but they might not have thought to make an āoldā design for the archangels before making the illustration and correlating that with the Powersā description.
2. This is a hellmade painting and Lucifer is also depicted as he is at the time it was made (we know itās not too recent due to Gabriel having godās light still).
You can even see a bit of Gabrielās wings peeking into the part where Lucifer should be, but Lucifer doesnāt have any wings or halo showing at all.
My theory is either he is rendered broken by hellās tortures and Hell had him painted that way because it thought it beautiful, and someone (maybe Gabriel) tore it down out of grief.
OR the tear is Luciferās depiction, as in Hell has inflicted such incomprehensible torture (refer to that one book where Hell prattles on about torments that can exist and those that donāt) upon him that this is the only fitting way he can ever be depicted anymore.
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[Rushing through the layers of heaven, He didn't care who would notice him, There was something more important on his mind now. The more he came closer to the heavenly archives, The faster his heart raced.]
[He only wished Michael was there. No, Not just there. He wished Michael was right beside him. Once he arrived to the door of Michael's office, He knew for certain he was there. That barrier blocking his way could only have been made by Michael.]
"Michael, I know you can hear me. We need to talk."
[He knew Michael couldn't actually hear him, Yet he wanted to believe he can. His voice sounded harsh, Like he didn't know how to be gentle anymore. He knocked on the barrier with force as he spoke. He had no patience to give, But he had to try.]
( @patience-comes-at-a-cost )
āā¦ā
No response came from the other end, the barrier didnāt budge, sparks began to fly off of it, sparks⦠that could ignite a fire⦠something was very wrong with Michael⦠that much was obvious to you⦠if the eerie silence and dimmed lights didnāt already provide enough proof to begin withā¦
āā¦No⦠moreā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangelsās voice could be heard, but it was soft, muffled, distant⦠was he planning something..? Why did he sound so⦠broken..? When was the last time Michael ever spoke in such a tone..?
āā¦ā
[He knocked on the barrier faster, Only to pull his hand away soon after- He knew those sparks could be dangerous if he made contact the wrong way, But he couldn't give up that easily.] "Michael? I-It's.. It's Phanuel. Please let the barrier down." [He didn't even wait for an answer, And already began trying to focus- Surely he knew that spell Michael used, Right? It was so hard to focus, As his mind could only think of the worst happening on the other side of that door. But he had to do something, Anything to get through.]
āā¦ā
Still no response, though you could hear a very feint gasp, as if your name alone had caught Michaelās attention, even if just for a brief second⦠he knew you were there⦠but the barrier didnāt fall⦠it remained as strong as it ever could be, sparks still flying
āā¦Phanuelā¦ā
Stumbling could be heard followed by the sound of something being picked up, it sounded⦠metallic⦠at one point it scraped against a table, whatever the object was, it was big⦠was it a sword..? His sword..?
āā¦Go awayā¦ā
[As he was trying to focus, He swore he could hear Michael on the other end- The uncertainty was driving him crazy, All those little details.. For once, Being this observant was a curse. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing.] "Michael!? Michael if that is you there, Drop whatever you're doing this instant!" [Why was he so demanding? Even in such a grave moment, He couldn't stop sounding so heartless. His patience ran out already, As he summoned an arrow into his hand to toss into the barrier- Why did he even think it'd work? Was he even thinking?] "Please.. Please Michael I just.. I only want to talk..!" [His mind was spiraling, He pulled out that brooch Michael gave him- That was his only way of knowing Michael's state, And it worried him, As the brooch's light flickered similarly to the barrier.]
āā¦ā
Michael didnāt respond to your demands, he couldnāt, he refused, his mind⦠it had spiraled so far that any words of reason would immediately be drowned out by the raging flames of⦠everything⦠yet he didnāt ignite⦠there was nothing leftā¦
āā¦Iām sorryā¦ā
The barrier moved in a strange way, you could now see the eldest of the Archangels, he was in the corner of his office, a complete disaster⦠burns could be seen on his forearms, definitely self inflicted⦠but what caught your attention the most was the sword he was holding, it was his sword⦠the way he held it⦠was like he was ready to strike something down from above⦠straight down⦠a stab from aboveā¦
āā¦For everythingā¦ā
[This was his chance, He wasn't willing to miss it. The barrier had a moment of weakness, So now he could strike. He summoned another arrow, Raising it high to strike as hard as possible.] [How ironic, That even in the last moments- The two archangels strike down together. Even for as weak as Phanuel has gotten, He gave all he had just for this moment. So much went through his mind, Yet every single thought was about how much he's wronged Michael. How much he's wronged every archangel. If this chance couldn't save someone, He didn't know what will.]
āā¦Wisdomā¦ā
Michael keeps his blade raised high, so many thoughts screaming in his mind, but⦠he wasnāt going to turn back, he made his choice⦠no longer was he needed alive⦠no one needed himā¦
āā¦shallā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels took a few breaths, readying himself, he wasnāt scared anymore, that fear had long since been discarded⦠itās not like anyone would miss him⦠he was a failure after all⦠closing his eyes⦠Michael stabbed his prized sword forwards⦠the golden blade piercing his gut with ease⦠blood instantly covered every nearby surface⦠and the barrier finally weakenedā¦
āā¦fallā¦ā
[The barrier broke? No, No that wasn't Phanuel's doing- Was it? His eyes immediately caught sight of Michael, He teleported right in front of him- Trying to hold onto Michael to not let him fall onto the ground.] "NO, NO!- MICHAEL STAY WITH ME! D-DON'T LEAVE ME PLEASE!" [All those years of suppressing his emotions finally got to him, But they got to him far too late. Even though his face was hidden behind his helmet, The tears wouldn't stop falling. Why did he let this happen? Why did he just watch?]
āā¦ā
No response came from Michael, blood poured from his mouth and nose as he stood oddly ridged⦠blood staining everything⦠he could just barely see your figure
ā⦠ā¦ā
Even with such a massive stab wound, the eldest of the Archangels was still breathing, his heart still beating⦠but that wasnāt going to last⦠each second that passed by⦠was a second closer to the end goal⦠to deathās embraceā¦
āā¦g-o-o-d-b-y-eā¦ā
[His body was frozen, But he knew that mistake. That was exactly what he's done last time, Wasn't it?] "..." "..This is not goodbye." [He wrapped one of his arms around Michael, And pulled away the sword with his other. More blood. More and more blood was the result- But he wouldn't let it continue. Quickly placing Michael down on top of his office's desk, He tore a piece of his own robes to put pressure onto Michael's injury.] "Talk to me Michael, This won't be your end- Do you hear me!?" [He wanted Michael to hear his voice, He wanted to give him the same protection Michael has offered everyone around him for years. But his tone was mixed in with desperation. How could he not be desperate now?]
āā¦Gckā
Blood poured from Michaelās mouth as he tried to speak, his hood had fallen down when you moved him⦠his olive skinned face was stained with blood, bright blue eyes nearly glazed over, long dark brown hair a disaster, and his orange head wings fully drooped⦠yet through it all, his eyes stayed locked on youā¦
āā¦Wā¦hā¦y..?ā
Was all the eldest of the Archangels managed to sputter out, he just didnāt understand, why help him now..? Didnāt you hate him..? Werenāt you⦠nothing but⦠cold hearted now..? What changed..? He wanted oh so badly to understand⦠but his mind was muddled from losing so much bloodā¦
āā¦Pā¦hā¦aā¦nā¦uā¦eā¦lā¦ā
[He continues to press, He wanted to ignore that question so bad- Like just he remembered why he was so quiet to begin with.]
"...Because you deserve to live."
[He glanced over to his face, Only now had he noticed hid face. It hurt to see him again, After all those years.. He couldn't hide how scared he felt.]
"P-Please keep talking."
[Focus. Focus! He cannot let Michael lose anymore blood.]
āā¦Do⦠I..?ā
Michaelās voice was uncharacteristically soft as he asked that question, why would someone like him deserve to live..? Hadnāt he⦠caused enough damage..? Wasnāt he⦠the biggest mistake The Father ever made..?
āā¦I⦠failedā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels desperately wanted to push you away, to just⦠die⦠but the moment he put his hands on your arms, a familiar spark formed inside of him⦠a reminder of⦠how things used to be⦠before you vanished to go find The Father⦠how much you⦠truly cared for and loved him⦠it stung⦠it hurt⦠why..?
āā¦Do⦠you⦠still⦠honestly⦠care⦠about⦠me..?ā
"...Trying is never a failure, I've learned that from you." [Feeling Michael's touch scared him, He felt so... Cold. Just like Michael, All he could think about now is how things used to be. He really has changed too much, Hasn't he?] "Of course I care about you, I never could have stopped myself from caring. It's just that I.. I just..-" [He hates how his fears became reality, All he wanted to avoid was hurting Michael, Yet here he was. With Michael's blood staining his hands.] "All these years I just... I wanted to bring things back to how they used to be. This world became so.. So dark. And I held onto the only light I remembered in my life." [One of his hands slowly moved over to Michael's chest.. He felt his heartbeat, The way it slowed down as he spoke. He couldn't lose him. His own triangular halo began glowing more, He knew his healing abilities weren't what they used to be, But he was gonna try.] "Please Michael.. Just let me be the light that you gave me all these years."
āā¦ā
You could practically see the cogs turning in Michaelās head, the things youāre saying⦠theyāre making sense to him⦠he⦠remembers everything he ever said⦠how hard he worked to protect you and the rest⦠this stunt⦠was so fucking selfish of himā¦
āā¦You⦠still⦠have⦠it..?ā
The eldest of the Archangels shakily pointed to the brooch on his chest, did you still have the one he gave you all those eons ago..? Were the feelings the two of you shared⦠still there..? Had your love for him⦠truly not died..? The more he thought, tears began to fall from his eyes⦠this⦠he really fucked upā¦
āā¦Phanuel⦠Iām⦠so⦠sorryā¦ā
[For a few moments, He remained quiet. Not due to any fear, If anything, He was determined now. Focusing all his power, Until he finally could close the wound on Michael's stomach.] "How do you think I found out you were in danger?" [His tone sounded almost.. Relieved. Yet once he was done with his healing spell, He became so much weaker. He really wasn't what he used to be before, That just one spell was enough to tire him out. His light dimming out a little, While his ribbons began floating lower and lower.] "A-Are you.. Feeling better... My light?" [He tried helping Michael sit up, Seeing as Michael also had blood coming from his mouth- His healing only closed Michael's injury from the sword itself, So he had to make sure that he wouldn't get hurt from anything else.]
ā..!ā
Once Michael realized that you truly did still have it, he couldnāt hold back his tears, they just kept falling⦠you werenāt cold hearted on purpose⦠you were just⦠scared⦠and he⦠oh God how he fucked everything up⦠jumped too many hurdles⦠came to a conclusion that didnāt existā¦
āā¦Phanuel⦠Iā¦ā
Yet just before the eldest of the Archangels continued to speak, he realized how weak you had gotten just from healing him⦠feeling fear, he immediately sat up and held your right hand, hoping to help you⦠completely ignoring the pain that shot through him along with the blood still dripping from his mouth
āā¦Take⦠it⦠easy..! I⦠donāt⦠want⦠you⦠to⦠faint..!ā
[Letting Michael hold his hand, He used his other hand to summon his belongings. That same small bag he brought that first time to try and help Verchiel, He was weak, But still thinking of ways to help.] "...You're so stupid.." [He giggled, Why was Michael even worrying about him fainting as if he didn't just stab himself? He found it endearing, Knowing his selflessness hasn't changed in the slightest. He pulled out a few tissues from the bag, And used them to wipe around Michael's face.] "I'm not the one nearly dying here, I'll be fine." [Afterwards, He slowly let go from Michael's hand, He remembered this room well- And he knew Michael had always been one to prepare for any situation. After finding a first aid kit, He noticed how its already been opened, But he hadn't commented on it.] "We should probably give you something else to wear, Even if you're not bleeding anymore, But it's best if you keep yourself clean just in case. I truly don't know how well I've healed you, So it's better to not take the risk."
āā¦Am⦠I⦠though..?ā
Michael couldnāt help but joke around a bit, he knew how easy it was to tease you, to make light of situations that were dire⦠it helped a lot in the past, so whoās to say it wouldnāt help now..? He just⦠didnāt want you worrying anymoreā¦
āā¦Iāve⦠survived⦠worseā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels wasnāt lying on that front, The Councilās cruelty was far worse than a stab wound to the stomach after all⦠but the second he heard you mention removing his clothes⦠his face became red, be it due to blood loss or not⦠the idea made him⦠happy..?
āā¦Donāt⦠have⦠to⦠tell⦠me⦠twice⦠to⦠remove⦠my⦠clothes⦠Phanuel..~ā
[After some moments of awkward silence, He gave Michael a gentle smack on his face.] "Glad to see you're doing better. Next time, Make sure to use your actual head for thinking, Understood?" [He knew he was being teased, But now really wasn't the time for that. If anything.. He had a lot on his mind, He couldn't brush off his thoughts like nothing. That's what he's been doing for too many years, But he kept quiet for now. Instead, He offered a small bottle of water which he took out from his own bag, Without adding a word.]
āā¦Hehā¦ā
Michael accepted the bottle of water and chugged it down in one gulp, not caring that he swallowed blood with it, again, heād been through a lot worse, so the taste of his own blood was nothing new, he was⦠glad, to see that you were acting more like yourself as well
āā¦Iāll⦠tryā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels held a bit of a slurred tone in his voice, the blood loss was really getting to him, even if the wound was closed, it wasnāt like he was going to pass out, but his body needed time to readjust, Michael decided that more teasing would be fine, itās not like anyone else was around
āā¦But⦠can⦠you⦠blame⦠me..? Havenāt⦠seen⦠you⦠in⦠ages⦠I⦠missed⦠you..~ and⦠how⦠easy⦠it⦠was⦠to⦠make⦠you⦠weak..~ā
[He looked away from Michael quickly, Trying to hide away his reaction. A small chuckle was heard from him. He took a deep breath before turning back to Michael.] "I fear doing anything now would only harm you more..." [While he was partially joking, He did genuinely worry for him. Seeing him drink the whole bottle somewhat indicated that Michael might still be feeling off, So he didn't want to make it worse.] "Say.... How has it been all these years..? I really haven't heard anything about heaven for quite some time..." "Actually... I haven't even heard anything from the other archangels either.."
āā¦Damnitā¦ā
Michael pouted a bit, half teasing with his reaction, he knew you were right, he wasnāt immortal after all, no angel was, it didnāt matter what rank they were, death was a very real thing, and everyone feared it, yet here he was, having almost succeeded in falling into deathās embrace
āā¦Well⦠itās been Hell⦠The Council refuses to die⦠and weāve been finding reprobates whoāve done⦠unspeakable things⦠that reside here in Heavenā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels looked down as he thought about those disgusting angels, Graphiel, Dorelor, God knows who else⦠at least those two are now dead⦠they can no longer cause harm⦠yet he couldnāt shake the feeling that he was forgetting a very powerful one⦠his mind was too muddledā¦
āā¦Gabrielās managing himself with V1⦠Seraph is recovering from years of trauma finally⦠with his family⦠Raphael⦠heās still as stubborn as ever⦠refusing to rest⦠despite being sickly⦠and Lucifer⦠heās doing quite well for himself⦠Hell is taking care of him⦠itās cute to seeā¦ā
[He began examining Michael's injury as Michael spoke, Just in case he noticed anything off.. But seeing as Michael was able to talk this much, Perhaps he did manage to at least remove the bigger wound.] "Well.. I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from..-" [Lucifer? Did he just... Say Lucifer? As the Lucifer? His gaze turned instantly to Michael's face, Was he hearing things now? Performing healing spells shouldn't make you hallucinate...] "..." [Phanuel was known for his patience, After all, That was his role. Making him often be quite soft spoken and well mannered.. But in that moment..] "What the FUCK do you mean Lucifer!?"
āā¦Woah..! Easy there, Percival..!ā
Michael wasnāt expecting you to freak out over hearing the name of your now fallen brother, he couldnāt help but wince as you shouted, his head still a mess and pounding from the pain, then again, he shouldāve expected that reaction
āā¦Christ, Phanuel⦠and here I thought I was the only one who could make you shout⦠either way⦠you know⦠Lucifer..? Our brother..? The one who The Father cast out..? Heās alive and well⦠still acts like he did⦠not much has changedā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels couldnāt help but smile a bit, he knew you still cared about everyone, and definitely felt guilty for what happened to Lucifer⦠every Archangel did⦠at least to his knowledge⦠could he really speak for those who werenāt as well known..? Like Jeremiel..?
āā¦Do you want to meet him again..?ā
[He just turned away from Michael, Muttering to himself- Was it really possible? That he was still around? He knew the council's tricks well, But for Lucifer to be alive? He wasn't sure what to think anymore.] "I'm sorry about that I just... How did? How???" [He didn't even have the words to articulate it, Looking back to Michael- He was reminded of why he came here to begin with, Sure, He wanted to know about the other archangels, But he couldn't distract himself.. Especially when Michael was injured.] "I suppose we could pay him a visit... But... Not now, You really need to rest. I apologize for my manners, I was not expecting to hear such.... News." "Though... Perhaps I should be paying a visit to everybody..." [While he did wish to reunite with the others once more, He had his doubts. Even if he was good at hiding it, He knew to Michael it was obvious. Still, He softly patted Michael's hand. As if he was trying to reassure himself more than Michael.]
āā¦I think it would be best if Lucifer himself told you what happened⦠not meā¦ā
As Michael spoke he attempted to stretch but seemed to lose his balance a bit, nearly falling off his desk before catching himself, he felt like such an idiot for even trying that, of course his balance would be off
āā¦The others would definitely be pleased to see you again, moonbeam⦠so much has happened⦠it⦠honestly surprised me when I decided to finally find them again too⦠our brothers are truly specialā¦ā
Tears began to form his eyes, the eldest of the Archangels couldnāt help but think back on everything⦠oh how much he did to fight for and defend everyone⦠he did so much⦠and yet decided to nearly snuff his life out⦠what was he thinking..?!
āā¦Phanuel⦠Iām sorry⦠you finding me like this⦠I just⦠Iām such an idiotā¦ā
[He quickly held onto Michael, Trying to help him stay balanced. He kept his focus on Michael as he spoke.] "Michael... Please go easy on yourself. You've survived, Like you always do.... I just... I should have been here for you." [Taking one of Michael's arms, He wrapped it around his own body in order to keep Michael standing. Though.. He did feel like he was going a bit far with how much he's worrying.. He just wanted to bring him somewhere safer to rest.] "Perhaps we could plan a meeting for all of us together.. Or.. Anything to just... See each other again-" [His tone didn't sound as excited as one would expect, Not only was he now thinking about what just happened to Michael, But he also worried about meeting with other archangels. He began leading Michael towards the door, Surely, An office wasn't the ideal place to recover... He simply hoped no rooms have switched places throughout the years he was gone..] "We'll worry about that later, First, You should rest. I know we can plan things together.. That's what we do best after all, Don't you think?"
āā¦Always been sturdyā¦ā
Michael couldnāt help but chuckle to himself as you helped him stand and stay balanced, he truly was a sturdy angel, it took a lot to knock him down, he could withstand so much physical damage⦠and yet his heart was fragile, as much as he tried to hide itā¦
āā¦That would be ideal⦠considering where everyone is⦠itās tricky going door to door⦠so to speakā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels seemed to lean against you, like the feeling of both your steel covered body and warmth were grounding to him⦠a way to keep Michael sane⦠you were his other half⦠a part of him⦠that had finally returnedā¦
āā¦Phanuel⦠I missed you⦠so muchā¦ā
[How did he sound so monotonous in such a moment? His feelings haven't changed. If anything, Now they felt stronger than ever. His ribbons slowly wrapped around Michael's body, At this point, He just wanted to hold onto him just for the sake of being close.] "..It's been a while since the sun has risen. Earth's sun is completely gone, And hell is just... Never had that same spark. And..." [He had to stop himself before he stopped crying again, That was... So cheesy, So dramatic. Was that what he used to be? He simply continued leading Michael into another room, Already taking a wrong turn without even noticing. After all, It really has been a while since he's been around...] "I mean.... I've... missed you too."
āā¦Heh⦠Iād say thatās a good way to put itā¦ā
Michael lightly chuckled as you rambled on, it reminded him of how much the two of you used to sit back, write, and just talk⦠you were always there when he was strategizing, always there to ground him in realityā¦
āā¦My night skies havenāt been the same since you vanished⦠moonbeam⦠and letās not get into how much more stressed Iāve becomeā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels smiled softly at the feeling of your ribbons wrapping around him, that act alone was enough to reignite the light in the sol behind him, that radiant orange color returning in full force along with its warmth, green and orange melded together perfectly in that moment
āā¦You took a wrong turn, Phanuel⦠itās that wayā¦ā
"Oh... Well, What if I felt like going to the library? You don't know that."
[He teased, Despite the fact the library in question wasn't on that way either.... Still, He turned around to the direction Michael indicated. He felt a bit ashamed at the fact he didn't remember the right directions, He didn't want to ask, As that would only prove that he's forgotten his way..]
"These hallways are a lot longer than I remember... I feel as if I've just never gotten to appreciate this place. Though, You can't deny that teleporting into rooms was a lot more convenient than this..."
[His gaze shifted from one wall to another, Like he was walking through these hallways for the first time in his life. And the more he tried to recognize, The more lost he felt.. He just hoped he'd find the bedrooms soon enough, As he also felt quite weak from that spell he's done..]
āā¦The library is interesting now, Iāll give you that muchā¦ā
Michael spoke without a joking tone, so many things had been added since your disappearance, from false accounts to the rewriting of events to better fit The Councilās narrative⦠only a few true stories remained⦠ones that hadnāt been fucked with⦠and then there were those missing accounts⦠the Book of Enoch⦠something⦠about a group of angels⦠but he couldnāt remember anything about themā¦
āā¦So many renovations have happened⦠much to my dismay⦠Heaven⦠has changed so much⦠Phanuel⦠in ways that would both impress and disgust youā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels couldnāt help but speak on what had happened, although vaguely, he didnāt have the energy to fully discuss everything⦠but he quickly took notice of the fact that you seemed weaker, that healing spell definitely took a lot out of you⦠Michael wasted no time in helping you walk, in helping to make sure that you wouldnāt pass outā¦
āā¦Hang in there⦠moonbeam⦠weāre almost there⦠donāt you go passing out on meā¦ā
"..." [Change, So much change everywhere. He really didn't know how to feel about it anymore. At first he believed he might be the only one who's changed, But now.... It was as if he was the only one still stuck in the past.] "..I'll be fine." [Fortunately, The doors to the bedrooms have not changed. Gently pushing the door open, He led Michael onto the bed- He let Michael go onto the bed, And stood beside him. Almost like he didn't want to give himself that rest.] "We'll have time to talk about everything, What matters now is that you give yourself the rest you deserve. Not only for today, But for all these years you've carried on your own." [He said, As if he hadn't also carried a different weight. Yet when he looked at Michael, It felt as if his problems were so small compared to his. As if they've been living in completely different worlds this whole time... Though, It was true to a certain degree.. Wasn't it? His hand caressed Michael's face, Trying to comfort himself more than Michael.]
āā¦Iām not buying thatā¦ā
Michael knew you well, lying wasnāt something you excelled at, he knew that there was so much going on in your mind, then again⦠his was a muddled, screaming, distressed mess⦠so maybe the two of you were linked once again⦠if only it werenāt through such depressing meansā¦
āā¦You act as though I was the only one to shoulder it all⦠Percivalā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels sat on the bed and placed his right hand atop the one you were using to caress his face, that familiar feeling⦠he just wanted to grab your arm and pull you into the bed with him⦠to feel your warmth and steel⦠heād been without you for so long, after allā¦
āā¦Phanuel⦠please⦠come hereā¦ā
[Why was he hesitating now? One would imagine that saving the life of a loved one takes more courage, Yet, This moment scared him more. Though.. Maybe just once wouldn't hurt, Right?] "I just want you to be alright." [All that emotion he was just showing slowly disappeared, He let his hand go off from Michael's face before sitting down beside him. Looking away. He really hadn't thought of what would happen now, He saw the brooch react to Michael's situation, And ran without thinking. It seems that running off without a plan is just what he's best at..] "We'll talk properly after some rest." [Though he wouldn't admit it, He dropped back onto the bed, Exhausted. Like he hasn't truly been able to rest ever since he left, He didn't want to think about it. All he kept thinking was that he wasn't ready, He wasn't ready to go back. Even when he wanted to. Yet, He simply remained quiet as he stared up at the ceiling.]
āā¦I knowā¦ā
Michael laid back and exhaled, a little annoyed that his voice was still soft, but maybe after some proper rest it would return to its usual tone, his gaze went from the ceiling to you, he just couldnāt look away, you were just THAT entrancing to him, one of the many reasons why he loved you dearly
āā¦Phanuelā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels turned onto his side and gently grabbed your right hand, his body had recovered a lot more warmth, his body temperature nearly back to the way it usually was, he no longer felt like a corpse⦠Michael smiled lazily, his bright blue eyes holding a reborn shine to them as he moved closer to you
āā¦I missed you⦠more than you knowā¦ā
[He missed that feeling too, That feeling of warmth and comfort. He wondered to himself, How long was he planning on living the way he did? Would he have been able to live that way forever? So much plagued his mind.. And yet, He felt at peace.] "...mmI'vemissedd........You'reon.. My ribbon...." [His mind already drifted off.. And.. Was? Was that snoring? Why was he so damm loud? Well.. That's a new one....]
āā¦Hehā¦ā
Michael couldnāt help but chuckle again, you were already out like a light, he could only begin to imagine all of the strain thatās been going through you, and⦠he just had to go and make it worse⦠shaking his head, he yawned, realizing how worn out he was as well
āā¦Rest wellā¦ā
The eldest of the Archangels was already drifting off himself, and⦠instinctively grabbed you to pull you into his arms, he missed you so much, Michael couldnāt hold back that urge, hopefully you wouldnāt hate him for itā¦
āā¦I love you⦠Phanuelā¦ā
Astrologi.
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Omg voice revealed !??! Btw it's kinda loud so warning
Stupid shedletsky
Me and my twin
Look at this fat ass giant morbidly obese v1.
I hate science Lowkey
I Lowk Don't know what to draw so yea
I think I like the house of Puso..