Yet another angelic presence wasn’t a surprise. They had been coming in and out of the room she was being held in for weeks, demanding answers and explanations that she wouldn’t - and in some cases, couldn’t - give. She couldn’t get out of it, but they had placed power stifling restraints on her anyway. An archangel was here, but more powerful than the ones that remained in Heaven.
The surprise of that simple fact made her shift to sit up from where she was laying, and she turned to the door. “Michael,” she said. She didn’t know how he had gotten here. All of the other angels knew that he had left, and many had looked for him for a long time. Some still tried, when they got even a tiny chance that something was him.
“Why did you come here? Why did you risk this?” she asked. She couldn’t tell if there were other angels around, but he could only be here undetected for so long.
He had never actually planned on returning... well, ‘home’ some would say (but honestly? He didn’t consider it much of a home to him anymore not since Then). But he had (accidentally) overheard a few angels visiting Earth talking about how they kept Her prisoner to get some answers.
As much as he was still conflicted about everything, he couldn’t agree with such a behaviour. It seems like the angels Up There had grown a lot less merciful over the millennia already but this was the final straw.
So he had made his way to Heaven, cloaking his power and walking the hidden parts he and his twin had used when everything had still been good and well to reach the place where God was probably kept. He had been right in his assumption and it wasn’t that difficult to enter the room.
Michael’s expression was one of worry and there was a certain tension in it as well. He had just snuck in and probably would have to sneak his way out with an extra person again without anyone else catching them.
“This is not just and I will not let them continue with this.” Stepping closer, he tried to remove the chains and after a few tries succeeded. As soon as that was done, he pulled a white cloak out of the small messenger bag he was carrying. “Wear this. We’ll have to be quick but we should be able to get out without them noticing anything till we are out of here.” They would take a different but just as sneaky path as the one he had taken to get here and hopefully all would go well.
