All Elizabeth could do when she turned and saw the tears forming was give him a look of sympathy that she rarely gave to anyone. It was weird to see a boy cry - hell she rarely did herself but his pain was real and it radiated from his being. The anger he felt was beginning to fade to that renewed feeling of loss her felt when his beloved Ms. Mead was taken from him. “She’s not real Michael. She’s a robot being controlled by the morons who made her. Even if she can be reprogrammed right, you’ll still have those feelings looking at her because you know it’s not her - not really.”
Turning back to the window she watched the sky light up as the angels fell to earth in a majestic display of what looked like shooting stars falling to earth. “That’s them. They’ll find vessels as soon as they hit the earth. I don’t know what happens to the souls of the people they take over, but it’s not them anymore.” Balancing perfectly on her good leg, she grabbed a hold of the windowsill and leaned forward to get a better view. “Right now you’re pretty low on their radar when it comes to immediate threats. You’re Lucifer’s son but at the same time you are also his grandson if you think about it. He gives us free will and these things that have been happening have nothing to do with you - yet. They know you are being used as a pawn and I assume that they will get rid of them.”
The blonde didn’t look back at him instead her eyes were full of curiosity and slight fear as she knew that angels weren’t what church and history taught you. They could be ruthless, relentless, and power hungry just like any human or demon. “It’s like the Fourth of July out there…” she muttered to herself. She was almost in a daze as she thought about her own demons she was fighting and longed to take some more pain killers and go back to sleep. Perhaps sleep until this was over - or just not wake up. She had promised to tell him everything but she wasn’t quite sure what this hurt and unstable guy would do.
Hopping back to her bed, she sat down to explain the main reason this was all happening. “God has gone missing and earth is going to hell in a hand basket. The angels have been trying to keep order but without their maker they have become… human like. The archangels fight over who will occupy the throne so to speak until their dear old dad decides to return. It’s gotten… ugly from what I’ve been hearing…” She pointed to her temple once again “These angels that are falling to earth… they’ve been casted out. Heaven has locked its doors Raphael and Michael are more of the… Old Testament let’s smite everyone type. Gabriel is in hiding and Uriel well…let’s just say Uriel has his eyes on me for being his true vessel because we’re alike or some shit like that. It’s really confusing and I can tell your confused too…” deciding that was enough information for now, the imp glanced at the bottle of pain meds behind Michael.
“Don’t you have some witches to kill? I mean I told you where to find them. Just…be careful. The people you think are your family and friends usually are the ones that fuck you over in the long run and with the world in it’s state now…it’s best to lose those types.”
﹝👿﹞⸻ HE WATCHES IN FASCINATED HORROR as the angels fall from the sky, a frighteningly beautiful display that struck something inside of him. he wasn’t aware of what it could be, nor did he care in that moment. he was too transfixed with the scene unfolding before him, of the worry about what such an event would do for him. he knew it couldn’t have been good.
❛ what do i have to do? what will THEY do? ❜
ms. mead reentered the room, and michael doesn’t have the heart to send her away. she can sense that something is wrong, resting a comforting hand upon his shoulder as she looks out the same window. she asks him what’s happening, what all of those things are that are descending from the heavens, but michael can’t answer her. he’s too busy soaking up effie’s words, of absorbing every little thing she’s told him. finally, he turns to look at them both, his angelic features full of solemnity.
❛ the witches can wait. i think this phenomenon, whatever it is, is far more pressing. please tell me what i have to do. what do they want? what’s my role in all of this? i still don’t understand. ❜
