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Michael is being rebooted so he can enter the spn canon more freely, but also because I think this blog and its muse is too old to be viable again. Too much happened to him and most of the people involved are gone, so I think a new Michael with new bonds is needed.
If you want to know the new url like this message or hit me up here or any of the other blogs you know I owe. Thank you for the ride.
This blog is an archive. This is where I am now.
[New blog. This is an archive.]
[ This has become an archive my loves ]
[See. There. Still need to refollow people though, but it would be less messy than if I stay in here]
I took my decision earlier than I thought.
I am keeping Michael, but rebooting him (meaning this blog will become an archive) and I do apologize for any problems it would cause.
iamnothellsbitch godsmostloyalson regalsuperbia
You who had the most interactions with Michael, if you still wish to continue them / this relationship, this reboot will change nothing for you. (Or any characters I would have forgotten (very sorry) that had some relationship with Michael.
thecastawaybrotherlucifer atwistedtrickster gxlida--gratia smightymcsmighterton bribethetrickster and any with whom I had started to roleplay since my return of hiatus, if you wish, I will continue those threads on the new one.
Lucifer’s screams follow Michael back to Heaven.
Members of his garrison stand waiting for him, their faces triumphant, hymns of dragon slayer upon their lips as they crowd around him. Michael pushes past them without a word, suffocated by their songs and their light.
It’s not so light in Heaven anymore.
He retreats to the heaven of a young man who died in a war, his body never found. But here, Christopher likes to relax by a river he often visited in childhood, and the croon of the birds and soft gush of the water used to soothe Michael when distraught. But when he sees Christopher’s happy face, still clean and soft around the edges, all he can wonder is did your brother leave you behind, too?
The scene smells of burning flesh, and he retreats again.
He soars through heaven after heaven, desperate to flee from the betrayal in Lucifer’s eyes when the Cage locked tight, the way he slashed at the bars until the flesh burned off his hands. Michael! he had screamed, his voice ragged, desperate, angry. Betrayed.
Who betrayed who?
Michael finds no answer as he tears across the heavens as fast as his magnificent wings can carry him, trying to escape the image of Lucifer’s wings singed, his light smothered in Hell’s darkness and fire.
Brother.
He crashes in the middle of a field, his wings crumpling in on him with a thunderous roar. Brother, why did it have to come to this?
He digs his hands in his feathers and screams until the heavens tremble from his grief.
Glad that Michael dropped the subject about the Pagans Gabriel leaned back, crossing his arms and listened to the eldest’s explanation of everything. “Why were you in another realm? Isn’t messing with one enough?” There was no bite to his words as he didn’t particularly care what Michael did in his free time. At the mention of their Father he suddenly had the urge to tell Michael that their old man was still around, just to see the look on the archangel’s face. No doubt Michael would be pissed and Gabriel was feeling almost vindictive enough to do it. Almost. He decided to remain quiet on the subject. “Wait…where’s Raphael? Luci fell and I disappeared but Raph was still kickin’ it in the clouds with you when I left.” He knew it was his own fault he was out of the loop but it drastically annoyed him.
“Sounds like a tough life.” He quipped. “Can’t you just call your angels to you? They were loyal.”
"I was to take care of them and the balance they brought upon our world. It was what Father was doing. All the realms in this planet have to be protected and monitored."
At Gabriel's comment on Raphael, the eldest looked up, remembering on of the last conversation he had with his little brother before he was finally killed. He shook his head.
"Lucifer was locked away, you were the one to disappear, Raphael died."
Which meant he was then the only archangel present in Heaven afterwards. Not that he couldn't do it. He was the Viceroy, he could do almost anything his Father could in a weaker fashion.
"Many of my angels died during the Fall, the factions' war or from Metatron's own hands. Many of my followers were neutral in this conflict and if I understood well my information, neutral angels were hunted down and killed. The fact I was nowhere to be found didn't help I guess. Some are still alive, I could go to them."
He then looked at Gabriel.
"What will you do? Will you stand down again, or will you stand by my side to give our little brothers and sisters a real place to be?"
send my muse one of the following.
"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic." "You need to sleep sometime." "Come on, just hit me!" "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."
You remember demon!Dean torturing Michael then demon!archangel!Michael torturing Dean? How the hell are they still together after that? Why did Dean even say yes after that?
“I think the worse that can really happen is when your entire family thinks you have no heart. When your name brings only fear and mistrust. Believe me Dean, I would prefer over hundred times to be as weak as I am right now more than to be my siblings worst enemy. Don’t get me wrong, I am strict, I am intolerant and I do what needs to be done, but I love them. Love them all.”
Michael to Dean about his Siblings while he was cursed to be human
" I just want you to know that I'm proud of you. " [ Indie John Winchester. All seasons. Multiship &...
"I knew you weren’t a demon. Dean’s warded.
—So why don’t you explain to me why you’re using my son as a cheap suit.”
"Tatoos are so easy to erase. Cheap suit? Your son is my true vessel. I am not a demon, I care for those I possess. Dean said 'yes' to me knowing what he was getting into. You would be wise not to compare me to low level demons."
—“Well then who the hell are you?..”
"Michael. Archangel of the Lord. I am actually surprised that you didn't try to throw some holy water at me."
I’ll do [ anything ] for the sake of protecting you ♛ If I must become ＥＶＩＬ, this is something I will do.
"That’s all you got to say to me?
--After being dead for nearly a decade?
Come on, kiddo.”
"I am afraid Dean is not here at the moment, but I can take a message."
Confrontation || Closed: soldierofhisfather
♚ - -
❝ …Michael. ❞
The Morningstar greets politely, a defensive undertone to his words as he glanced at his brother. He did not know what to make of this meeting, though it did not feel like a friendly reunion, more like the beginning of battle. Still Lucifer stood tall, head held high with his grace glowing magnificently. Yes, he was truly divine. But what was wrong with Michael? Something seemed off about his brother, something he could not place.
Which would have been the most beautiful things to see for Michael, he had lost any mean to feel anything some years ago, freeing himself from the cage he had fallen in. Now, there was only a cold reflection of the perfect soldier he was, stripped from his weaknesses, stripped of his ability to feel, to love. It was for him a blessing to be able to do as his Father wanted without hesitation, but sometimes, he thought about remnants of what he knew to be love and wished he could still have it.
"Lucifer..."
He looked at his brother a moment, recognizing there an angel ready for battle.
"It is an unfortunate meeting."
The fact he had his true vessel would make his mission complete, but Lucifer wasn't in Sam.
"And a fortunate one. Are you sure you want to face me when you are so weak? This vessel barely suits you."
