the great prince

Princeps militiae coelestis quem honorificant angelorum cives. A testimonial about Michael: "Dean says Michael was getting a tan on the beach, mumbling on about the earth being beautiful and crying into his strawberry daiquri with the little umbrella over Lucifer." [Roleplay account for Unholy Origins RP. None of the gifs are mine unless stated.]

[vinteraltus]

MERLIN Graphic Battle: clearasice vs lovelyclotpole ↳ Round 1: gold + a character

[katieskeep]

[theloyalson]

45/100: Merlin Cast

[bellamyhalpert]

[tricksterinapxrnstache]

Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head                 Save your ℓιƒє by keeping ωнιѕρєяѕ unsaid                     Children roam the streets now orpнαɴѕ oғ wαr                                               Bodies hanging in the streets to adore Royal ƒαιтн will carve the path in cнαoѕ                            Bringing daylight to the night ＤＥＡＴＨ is riding in the town with armor                           They come to take all your rights Hail to the king, hail to the one Kneel to the cяσωη, stand in the sun                                                                  ＨＡＩＬ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＫＩＮＧ

[theloyalson]

Michael's ever-so present luck only seems to get better. There seems to be a new addition to the town of Bigfork, MT -- and that new addition is less than satisfactory, as far as Michael's concerned. With the presence of Leviathan in town, as well as many other monsters that Michael can't exactly seem to name, and with his Grace still woefully compromised, a mostly human Michael is struggling to stay alive. He still has thousands of years of Host training under his belt and a quick mind when it comes to battle (actually, that seems to be the only time he has a quick mind), neither of which help him when he stumbles upon his younger brother, Samandriel, attempting to ward off a growing number of the large beasts. A quick fight takes place between the two angels and the ancient monsters, wounding both Michael and Samandriel before Samandriel manages to teleport them to some rag-tag, abandoned barn near the outskirts of town. That's all well and fine and dandy, but not even Michael has a clue to what they should do if the Leviathan decide to come looking for them: as Samandriel's got a broken wing and one of them decided to take a nice, big chomp out of Michael's side. And while everybody knows that wounds do hurt, Michael will be the first to attest to the fact that they hurt a hell of a lot more when you're human. (see: gone fishing) And if that weren't enough, his younger sister Anna is back in town -- which makes for a bit of an awkward family reunion, seeming the last time he's seen her, he burnt her to a crisp. Literally. The bad blood continues to run strong between these two, with Anna completely done with the archangel's shit, and Michael, of course, equally as unimpressed with anything Anna says or does. ( x ) Michael runs into Lucifer again. The two squabble, per usual, before Michael decides that whatever he has to do at the church he works for is more important than quality time with his little brother, and he cuts the conversation short. Shocking, isn't it? ( x )

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Gone Fishing ━ Samandriel & Michael

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His wings flailed and floundered and hay was stuck to matted blood and oil slick. The younger Angel groaned and curled his wings around himself. Teleporting them here had taken a lot of strength, of which he didn’t have much left. If it was only himself he had to carry, he would have been in better shape. But it seemed two had been a little too much. 

Upon hearing Michael’s voice, his wings snapped open and folded against his back before struggling to his feet. To his dismay, he noted that his left wing hung limply behind his back as he tried forlornly to stand to attention.

"Left wing sustained aggravated damage. I will heal but I doubt I will be able to use it again for sometime."

His very Grace trembled as he tried to hold the soldier’s stance. Blood dripped down his side, the Weiner Hut uniform completely soaked red and inky black.

"Are you… Ok?" 

[theloyalson]

"Of course. Fine, fine." He dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, wincing just the slightest bit. There was no mistake -- he was wounded, though it didn't seem to be life-threatening. Not at the moment, anyway. He hoped that with the fluctuation of his Grace that it would heal itself, but that could be days from now. Weeks, even.

"But now the question is, where are all of these Leviathan coming from? I've sensed their presences for weeks now, but that's the first out and out attack I've experienced around here." With one hand protectively holding his side, the archangel made his way towards the barn door, opening it just the slightest bit, in case the Leviathan they were fighting earlier had followed them to their current location. He peered out through the crack between the door and the threshold, but saw nothing but the rain beating against the marshy ground, the dark-gray sky rumbling overhead. It seemed that they'd really gotten away from their foes for the time being. He wasn't sure if it were only a matter of time before they came looking for the two incapacitated angels.

"This place seems to be safe for now," he concluded, shutting the door again and making his way back over to Samandriel, his breath silent yet labored from the effort of doing so. Michael eased himself to a sitting position on one of the bales of hay, lips pursed into a tight line. "It may be a matter of time before they begin pursuing us."

"But it's good to see you again, brother." He attempted to offer the other a small smile. "Truly."

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

Mmmmmmm yeah… no…nah not gunna happen. You can leave though. 

[theloyalson]

Guess we'll both just stand here, then, because I don't plan on going anywhere.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

It must actually be physically painful for you to be so stupid…

[theloyalson]

If you believe me to be such an idiot, you're free to walk away at any time.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

I’m not sure how it’s possible but you actually made that sound boring… no wonder none of the other angels wanted to hang out with you. I think you need to get laid. i think it would get rid of a lot of that tension. Don’t worry, there are girls… guys. . . out there who are totally into assholes. No pun intended. 

[theloyalson]

I don't care what the other angels thought of me, either. It wasn't my job to make friends with everyone. I have no need for things such as 'getting laid'.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

You’re a gentleman and a scholar, please before you leave… do tell me how I can be as awesome as you…

[theloyalson]

Sarcasm or not, I am not 'awesome', Anael, I am merely a soldier for God's cause.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

You’e hurting my feelings now Mikey…

Is that a threat or a promise, because I have dreams of smashing that little asshole face of yours in and right about now it seems more like a premonition…

[theloyalson]

It's a suggestion, as I stated earlier.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

I know you’re an archangel, but in the name of sweet baby Christ you are and ASSHOLE.I really don’t think genocide is something to brag about either Mikey. Or didn’t you know? I understand it’s hard for you because there’s so little room left in your brain with your big fat ego in the way, but still try to keep up…

[theloyalson]

I couldn't care any less about what you think of me if I actively tried to do so, Anna.

I exist for a purpose, but that purpose is not to make you happy. The town we inhabit may be small, but it seems to be large enough for you to stay away from me if you so choose to -- which, in all honesty, I suggest you do.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

Shocked because you did such a fine job killing me and I might bregrudge the person who smirked the whole while burning me alive or because it might mean your not Daddy’s favorite little plaything anymore? And again, you killed me… so I’d say that makes us pretty close. I’ll call you what I want.

[theloyalson]

I did what I had to. I did what was necessary. I do not regret a moment of it.

Millions, Anael, I have slaughtered millions. Death by my hand does not permit you to address me as you see fit.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

Well you weren’t exactly on that list Mikey…

[theloyalson]

It's Michael. And nor would I want to be.

 I'm just shocked to see you alive.

[queenforadaydream-deactivated20]

I could use some chocolate cake and some sex after everything that’s gone on…

[theloyalson]

... Anael?

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Gone Fishing ━ Samandriel & Michael

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The were laughing. Tongues lashing and teeth gnashing. The slice and tear of claws through cloth and skin. They sipped at his Vessel’s blood and lapped at his Grace. Wayward feathers caught between glistening fangs. Samandriel knew he was not going to last long. They were overpowering an Archangel, how on earth was he supposed to survive?

His blade sliced through them and tore them open. Spattered with black oil and sea foam spray. But it was as if the more he killed the more there were. The Angel saw no way of fighting their way out of this. And his older brother seemed to agree.

Never was he more grateful to see Michael than when the Archangel had managed to fight his way towards him. He nodded sharply at the elder Angel’s words and wrapped his arms around his brother’s torso. Relying on Michael to continue to defend them, Samandriel called upon his Grace. He shone blindingly bright, but this only seemed to surge the Leviathan on. Battered and wounded wings struck out and flapped hard. Gaining speed and momentum and then finally… Finally… He was able to teleport them out of there.

The young Angel had not specified a location. All he had thought was away away away. Somewhere safe. Somewhere not surrounded by Leviathan. And that is how they ended up dropping down bloody and broken onto a  haystack in the middle of nowhere.

[theloyalson]

Not once in his life had Michael been grateful to run away from any sort of fight. It was an insult to his skill and his dignity, naturally -- how could the Archistratege be a coward in battle? But this, this was entirely different. He hadn't been equipped to fight them, he'd lacked a weapon, he'd lacked his Grace, he'd lacked everything he'd need to win other than muscle memory and strength; he was also completely unsure why he needed to justify running away from a hoard of Leviathan to himself, and possibly to Samandriel. He hoped his younger brother would understand.

The jostle of falling onto the haystack shot excruciating pain through his wound and throughout the rest of his body, and he squeezed his eyes shut to will the sting to cease, but to no avail. It remained ever present as Michael forced himself to breathe deeply before he struggled to sit up, one hand pressing hard against his bitten and bleeding side as a sort of poor, makeshift tourniquet. He had to check on Samandriel – after all, he hadn’t been the only one injured. The hay pricked relentlessly at his vessel’s skin as he worked to look around, head spinning from his apparent blood loss, but none of that mattered at the moment. His primary concern was locating Samandriel and making sure he was okay.

The elder archangel didn’t have to look far, as his brother had landed only a few feet away from him. With slightly unstable steps, Michael made his way over to his brother, brows furrowed in concentration of staying conscious and badgering worry.

“Samandriel. Are you okay – or, rather, at least mostly okay?”