JUDGMENT

mike gordon for risingpeaksrp

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whatever you think you know about MIKE GORDON, the 45 year old, HETEROSEXUAL, LOCAL, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored ARCHANGEL is often described as VALIANT + EMPATHETIC, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be CONTRITE + RETICENT, which often has them regarded as the THE CRESTFALLEN. they are the OWNER at HOWIE'S ODDITIES, but it’s also said they are a RESIDENT within CREATION PEAKS.

BASICS

Full Name: mikhael. Alias: mike gordon, saint michael the archangel. Age: unknown (appears forty five).  Birth: the first archangel created by god.  Gender/Pronouns: man (he|they).  Species: archangel (currently depowered).  Affiliations: legion of heaven (former general), howie's oddities (owner).

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: idris elba.  Eye Color: brown (golden in true form).  Hair Color: dark brown.  Height: 6′3″.  Wings: dark brown with golden accents. Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: due to being depowered, his wings manifest as two large tattoos on his back.

BIOGRAPHY

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Mike Gordon (sometimes mistakenly called Howie due to the name of his store), moved to Creation Peaks in his early twenties, quickly becoming familiar within the small town. With his gift shop located close to the entrance of the mountain range, many jokingly refer to him as the "protector of the peaks", often found deterring locals and tourists alike from venturing into the dangerous area. He is well liked in the community, never hesitating to lend a hand or to listen to someone in need. Because of this, most don't realize or care for the fact that Mike actually never talks about his past, never really opens up or gives more details than necessary when asked. Though seemingly an open book, no one truly knows him, and it's doubtful most within Creation Peaks would believe his story if he were to share it.

In the beginning, he was named Mikhael, the first archangel created by God. He spent his youth learning from his father alongside his four siblings, showing great affection for his fellow archangels. However, it was obvious Mikhael's bond with his brother Lucifer was the strongest, the two practically inseparable as they grew up. They trained and explored together, trusting one another fully and without hesitation, Mikhael's love for his younger brother coming only second to his love for God. After the loss of their brother Barachiel and the extermination of the Behemoth, Lucy was named heir to the heavens, while Mika was given leadership of their army, his strategic mind and valiant spirit far better suited for the battlefield rather than the throne room.

Mikhael led the angels to countless victories, always following orders without question. It wasn't until Lucifer spoke against God that Mikhael began to wonder, though such thoughts were only shared with his younger brother whenever they were alone. In front of their father, Mikhael's obedience never wavered, which he came to regret years later after Lucifer was sent to the dungeons due to his corruption of humans. Mikhael tried to plea with God to allow him to guide Lucifer, promising he would return his younger brother to the right path. But his father refused, Mika once again simply accepting God's commands rather than speaking his mind.

When Lucifer first revolted, it was Mikhael who stopped him. He insisted his brother and the others were only misguided, agreeing exile was the right punishment when God made the suggestion. Though it hurt him, Mika remained in Heaven while Lucy was sent to Earth, watching over his brother to prove to their father his heir wasn't lost yet. Mikhael considered Lucifer's love for Lilith and the village they inhabited evidence that his trust in Lucy was correct, but all the news did was anger God. Mikhael watched as his fellow angels attacked the village, killing supernaturals and humans alike, crying for the very first time since his creation.

The archangel prepared for his brother's inevitable retaliation, Mikhael leading the Legion of Heaven against the combined forces of the supernaturals and the Fallen. War raged through both Earth and Heaven, the fate of the world coming down to the battle between Mikhael and Lucifer. Ultimately, the older archangel stood over the younger one, his golden sword looming over his brother's heart. God ordered him to deliver the final blow, but Mikhael instead dropped his weapon and offered Lucifer his hand. Touched by his son’s act of brotherly love, God agreed to stop the war, Lucifer accepting to be imprisoned in exchange for the safety of Lilith and what they built. 

While Heaven celebrated Mikhael as a hero, the archangel couldn’t share the sentiment. He grieved the loss of another brother, spending a millennia in the dungeons of Heaven as punishment for the part he played in Lucifer’s downfall. That eventually didn’t feel like enough, Mikhael then choosing to abandon his position as the General of Heaven’s army and exile himself. Seeing how in pain his son was, God reluctantly agreed to his wishes, stripping Mika of his title and powers as he requested (with the exception of his immunity and supernatural perception), sending him to Earth to live as a human.

Mikhael, now commonly known as Michael, spent the following centuries traveling the world. Sometimes he regretted his decision, other times he felt grateful for the weight lifted off his shoulders. Eventually he grew indifferent of his fate. Through the decades, he heard about the demons' efforts to break the 777 seals, settling in Creation Peaks one hundred years ago. Though part of him wants Lucifer to be freed, Michael knows his brother's freedom would mean another war. He doesn't want that, reluctantly deciding to be in town as a last line of defense against the Court of Hell.

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spearofdestiny​:

“He’s twelve! He wouldn’t have known how to do any of that!” She yelled, tearful, not angry at him, more angry at herself. She should’ve checked, she should’ve just taken him with her from the start. She paced back and forth in front of Mike, definitely freaking out more than a little. 

“I… Yeah. Hold on….” She muttered, stopping her pacing to pull out her phone, scrolling through until she found a photo of him from Christmas. “… His names Alfredo. My mom can’t lose him too…” After handing him the phone she continued to pace, refusing to let herself cry. “I’ll… I’ll check with the volunteers. I’ll be over at the front desk if you find anything…”

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Despite Destiny's outburst, Mike remained composed. He didn't take her yelling to heart, recognizing the brunette's anger was a direct result of her worry. It was a familiar reaction, as well as one he could sympathize with. "I understand," he offered calmly. "Still, to find your brother we must exhaust every resource we have at our disposal. Making sure he isn't a patient or that no one helped him get a room narrows down where exactly we can look for him."

Thankfully, convincing Destiny didn't take very long, the brunette giving Mike a picture of her brother and taking his advice to speak to the volunteers. The archangel nodded, agreeing with her plan. "I'll be right back." The archangel walked away from the view, heading in the direction of the security office but not intending to stop there. Looking through the cameras would simply take too long. As well as it’d be far too difficult since almost the whole town was already in the medical center. Instead, Mike reached out to one of the local witches, asking them to use a location spell to find the boy...

In less than twenty minutes, Mike was back at the emergency area, walking over to Destiny. "Miss Vega..." He offered the cell phone back, his brow furrowed as he met her gaze. "I'm sorry, your brother never made it here." Mike placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep Destiny grounded. "But security reached out to Town Hall through the emergency line and it seems he was taken there instead, as many others were. I'm heading out now, I’ll pass by there and bring him here once I come back.”

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lovclychaos​:

rachel  felt  such  a  relieve  the  second  she  saw  mike.  she  still  have  to  find  eponine or  at  least  she  hadn’t heard  from  her,  she  wanted to  think  former  fiancée  would  tell  her  if  he  found  her  around the  place.  she  sighed,  for  a  second  relaxing  between  his  arms  before she  had  to  pull  away  to  at  least  be  able  to  look  at  the  archangel.

“  i  can  say  the  same  thing,  i  was  a  bit  worried  ”  she  confessed, it  hadn’t  been  hard  for  the  to  tell  the  other  that.  it  was  true,  after  talking  to  marshall  she  had  decided to  wait  for  mike.  “  yeah,  my  parents  are  here  and  so  is  marshall  ”  she  nodded, “  he’s  looking for  eponine,  but  i’m  sure  he’ll  let  me  know  if  she  finds  here  soon  ”  rachel  mused, now  thinking  about  how  they  would  need  help  to  close  the  doors.

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Mike's brow furrowed. "I wish I could say you didn't need to..." There was no use in hiding the truth anymore. No use in keeping Rachel or anyone else in the dark. He'd been too late to explain what had happened on the night of Halloween, too late to let her know how close the demons actually were to achieving their goals. The archangel couldn't do that again. He had to make sure she was prepared. And more importantly, he needed her help to ensure the medical center and everyone in it remained safe.

He nodded when Rachel mentioned her parents and Marshall had made it to the hospital. "I'll look for Eponine," he promised. "If I find her, I'll bring her here." Mike wished they could remain as they were, that he could hold her and keep her safe through the storm. But his desires did not surpass what needed to be done, the archangel forcing himself to separate from the light faye. 

"The storm is being caused by Lilith," he explained. "She and her army are working on breaking one of the final seals to Lucifer's cage. They are looking for sacrifices, so you need to stay inside. Anyone who's out there is a target." He took the light faye's hand, offering her a piece of paper and a chalk he took out of his pocket. "Once I leave, draw this symbol somewhere in this building. Somewhere only you can find it. And make sure it isn't changed or disturbed at any time during the storm."

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spearofdestiny​:

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Destiny paced the hospital lobby, waiting to see where her mom and brother were. When she saw her mother she ran over to her, asking where her brother was and… confusion. And terror, all in one.

“What do you mean he came with me?! He was coming with you!” She snapped, staring at her mother, tears in her eyes. The twelve year old was curious, sure, but how this had happened, she didn’t want to know. She stared, wide-eyed as her mother explained how just after her daughter had said she was leaving, her brother called out to say he’d see her later, and she’d assumed he’d left with her.

“…. Just… You take one direction, I’ll take the other.” She said tearful, rushing off, calling out her brothers name over and over. Bumping into someone she shook her head, tearful. She hadn’t seen him since Halloween, remembering her snapping at him over gossips. “S-sorry I… I can’t find my brother, I didn’t mean to, I…”

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Mike looked down when the young brunette bumped into him, recognizing her as the daughter of one of the miners that had fallen victim to the demons’ schemes. They had met on the night of Halloween, the archangel intending to keep an eye on her after he heard she was questioned on more than one occasion about having been the last person to see Bosa alive. He never got confirmation as to what exactly the Sheriff's Department was after though, his focus forced to change once the demonic activity in Creation Peaks began to rise.

"It's alright," he assured her. "No harm done." Brown eyes inspected the young woman for a moment. "Miss Vega, correct? If you can't locate your brother, you can call the operator of the center and ask them to check the patient list. Volunteers have also been taking the names of everyone who was assigned a temporary room. You can ask them at the front desk if your brother signed in at any time."

Mike could have left it at that. Considering what was at stake, he should have. But simply walking away didn't sit right with him. The boy could have been out in the storm...And that meant they needed to find him. Quickly. "Do you have a photo of him? I have a friend in the security department. I can ask her to look through the cameras and see if your brother is somewhere around here."

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lovclychaos​:

open  to  :  @xiudicium​

location  :  the  hospital

rachel  had  managed  to  get  to  the  hospital  when  the  storm  wasn’t  as  hard  to  walk  though,  in  comparison  she  had  been  lucky.  her  family  was  there  and  somehow  she  had  been  waiting  to  see  marshall,  eponine  and  mike  there.  but  after  a  while  there,  she  had  just  decided  to  sit  down  and  wait,  there  was  too  many  people  in  there. the  faye  sighed,  her  eyes  closing  as  she  leant  her  head  against  the  wall.  it  was  only  when  she  felt  someone  standing  closer  to  her  that  the  woman  opened  her  eyes.  mike.  the  light  faye  was  quick  to  get  up  from  her  seat,  her  arms  wrapping  around  the  archangel’s  neck.  “  thank  god  you’re  okay  ”

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Though Mike knew there was no time to waste, the archangel wanted to at least make sure certain individuals had made it to the medical center before the storm hit. He planned to help anyone he came across, in any way that he could, but also wouldn't hesitate to prioritize if those he was searching for hadn't yet managed to reach the hospital. Relieve washed over him the moment his gaze settled on the familiar brunette, walking over to Rachel and softly calling her name. A beat after her arms wrapped around his neck, the archangel returned the embrace, her presence bringing him far more comfort than her gratitude towards his father's name.

"I'm glad you made it.” He separated slightly, looking over her face. "Are the others here too?" Her family, Marshall, Eponine--if there was anyone still missing, Mike would make sure to look for them once he left the medical center.

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awkwardlyarynn​:

With this many people crowded into one place, there was bound to be some disobedience and deviancy. Arynn had been watching the incident from afar - a group of high school aged kids taking advantage of the break between generator cycles to smash open a vending machine’s glass and grab a few snacks before darting away. The young man glanced around a moment before quickly passing by the broken machine, grabbing some items of his own, and scurrying off in another direction. Was it wrong? Absolutely, but there was so much chaos going on at the moment that even he was having trouble keeping a level head through it all. Though, maybe that wasn’t saying much.

Bringing himself into one long hallway that had yet to start filling up, Arynn flopped himself onto a cushioned bench and began stuffing the candy bars he’d grabbed into his mouth as he watched the snow flurry down in a blinding white sheet out the hospital windows.

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Aware of what the storm signified, Mike spent the whole day before the blizzard hit preparing for it. He gathered whatever supplies he could to drop off at the medical center, as well as made arrangements for Coco to be looked after, planning to quickly leave the items and the dog before heading back out into town. He wasn't sure how much he'd be able to do, if there was anything he could do. But the archangel knew he needed to do something, even if that something simply meant slightly delaying the inevitable.

After handing off the last box to one of the volunteers, Mike made his way back towards the main entrance of the hospital. He stepped aside when a group of teenagers ran past him, brow furrowing at the sight of the broken vending machine in the hallway. Kicking the shards of glass that were scattered on the floor to the side (an attempt to avoid any sort of accidental injury), Mike continued walking, his gaze settling on Arynn Blackwood, and his pile of snacks, when he turned a corner.

"Pretty incriminating scene we have here." Despite his somber demeanor, there was no seriousness to Mike’s words. “I would have guessed your rebellious phase would be done by now.”

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lovclychaos:

rachel  +  marshall  +  mike  :

Holy Light [Marshall, Rachel, Michael]

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When Marshall agreed to have Rachel take him to this connection she had with angelic connections, the Light Faye hadn’t expected to be at Howie’s… And yet, things were beginning to make sense the more he thought about it. Funny, since he remembered thinking of asking Elijah to check out the store owner’s scent… But Marshall never had. 

“Howie… Howie is an angel,” Marshall asked Rachel as he stepped out the car. “What the fuck,” he mumbled, opening the door for Rachel so that she could make the introductions. “Shit goes south, run,” he reminded her before she went in.

How was he even supposed to explain any of it to Eponine?

“  michael  is  ”  she  pointed  out,  as  marshall opened  the  door  for  her.  “  can  you  please, stop  freaking  out  ?  ”  rachel  asked  turning  to  look  at  him,  “  it’s  going  to  be  fine  ”  she  assured with  a  smile  on  her  lips.  “  nothing  is  going  south, marshall,  i  trust  him  ”  the  faye  assured,  now  stepping  inside the  place.  “  hello  ?  mike  ?  ”  she  asked  softly,  turning to  look  at  marshall,  raising her  eyebrows  at  him.  wordlessly telling  him  not  to  touch  anything.

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Mike was in his office when he sensed the presence of Rachel and Marshall outside the building, a small sigh escaping his nostrils. The reason behind Rachel's call had been unexpected, especially since it involved her fiance coming along with her. But Mike knew that such a talk was ultimately inevitable, deciding it was best for someone as connected as Deputy Wilson to be clued into what was actually happening in town.

Brown eyes settled on Coco, the small dog staring at the archangel from his heated bed. "Stay," he ordered the Chihuahua, who in turn huffed in response before returning to his nap. Mike walked out into the store as Rachel called out for him, greeting the brunette with a smile. "Hey," he said, brown eyes then settling on the deputy. "Good afternoon to you both." He stepped closer to the others, his gaze shifting from Marshall to Rachel. "You said over the phone that it was urgent?"

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houndofhxll​:

Open starter @risingpeaksreblogs

“People get hurt so often this time of year. It is as if they believe themselves invincible because they see the world through a haze of tinsel and baubles.” Forrest sighed, rubbing at his forehead as if that would get rid of the headache that had come from the exhausting shifts he’d been pulling. He had no great love for Christmas, especially after he’d split from his partner, but he wasn’t actively against it. The exhausting shifts full of exponentially increasing injuries - both major and minor - were just not effective in lightening his mood. It wasn’t even the week of Christmas yet and people were already chopping off fingers trying to get their own tree and falling off roofs for the sake of some lights. “I do not envy the hospital staff this time of the year.” 

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Brown eyes inspected the man closely as he spoke, Mike remaining silent for a moment. Though it was clear the human was currently in control, he had encountered plenty of hellhounds in his long life time to recognize their aura, and to remember rarely did those interactions end positively. No matter how impartial they seemed to be, the creatures had still originated from Hell, and some of them didn't take kindly to being in the presence of the archangel that led the opposition to their creator's rebellion. However, since the other didn't seem hostile at that moment, Mike decided to engage in the conversation.

"I guess the cold makes people more accident prone," he offered, a polite smile on his lips. "Busy shift?" When the other commented on not envying the hospital staff, Mike nodded in agreement. "This year in particular...they haven't had it easy." After a pause, the archangel pointed at the other's uniform. "EMT?"

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lovclychaos​:

rachel  shook  her  head  at  the  nickname he  used  for  her,  she  chuckled.  “  as  if  i  was  ”  she  shook  her  head,  “  i  can  only  wish  for  that,  as  we  all  do  ”  the  faye  smiled. “  you  should take  it  all,  at  least  a  ninety  percent  of  it  ”  she  insisted,  “  i  just  had  the  misfortune  to  choose  a  bad  movie, but  you  were  the  one  who  had  it  just  sitting  there  ”  she  rose  her  hands  in  mock  defense. “  you  know  what  ?  i’m  in  the  mood  for  dirty  dancing  ”  she  said  looking  at  him.  “  tell  me  you  still  have  it  ”

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Mike chuckled, a small sigh leaving his nostrils. "You have a few more centuries before you can discard that title." Though compared to him, the idea of Rachel ever considering herself old seemed far too comical. The archangel met the light faye's gaze, his nose wrinkling slightly as he shook his head. "Perfection is overrated." Unattainable. Unrealistic. Unnecessary. He had walked among humanity and supernatural alike for long enough to learn that. Besides, when he looked at Rachel...perfection paled in comparison.

At her insistence for him to take most of the blame for the bad movie, Mike laughed. "I'll take sixty percent. But no more." A generous offer in his opinion. He might have had it, but he wasn't the one who insisted they watched it. "Dirty Dancing," he repeated, looking through the DVD case. "Which one is that one?" Luckily, the movies were organized in alphabetical order, so finding the right one didn't take long.

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lovclychaos​:

betsa  blinked  a  couple  of  times  at  the  other’s  words.  “  i  promised  i  wasn’t  going  to  freak  out,  i  won’t  be  surprised,  but  …  the  thing  is  i  was  wrong  ”  the  werewolf  laughed  nervously.  “  well  i’m  sorry  for  your  brother,  but  i  wish  he  stays  in  there  ”  the  beta  mused.

for  a  second  betsa  got  lost  in  her  own  thoughts  at  the  word  eons,  she  could  hear  the  soundtrack  of  a  cartoon  movie  playing  in  her  head.  she  shook  her  head  before  she  looked  back  at  mike.  “  i  will  tell  her  ”  she  nodded  her  head.  betsa  was  about  how  was  the  best  way  to  be  prepared  but  mike  was  quick  to  pull  out  a  small  notebook  with  all  the  information  she  needed.  “  i’m  pretty  sure  we  all  hope  you’ll  do  as  good  as  last  time  ”

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Mike reached out to place a hand over Betsa's, squeezing it softly. "I'm sorry to drop all this on you as bluntly as I did. And so soon after Bosa...But we unfortunately don't have the luxury of time on our side anymore." A saddened smile curled his lips, the archangel deciding not to comment on her words about Lucifer. "If there's any more questions I can answer, or anything else I can do to help make things easier, don't hesitate to ask."

The archangel nodded when the wolf agreed to tell her Alpha, a small sigh leaving his nostrils as he sat back against his chair. "I don’t doubt she’ll listen to you. But I can talk to her as well if you need me to." Kayla was a reasonable leader though, he doubted she wouldn't understand. Her next words earned a light chuckle from the archangel. "I appreciate the vote of confidence."

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thewaywardprotector​:

The accusations on Coco’s true nature were a defense mechanism, Zara sure the little dog really was just a dog, though given what Mike had just told her, she supposed anything was possible. She followed him to his office, now finding the house a little…. plain for someone who was a celestial being. Her mind was racing with questions, far too many to know where to start. She thought she knew of everything there was out there, and now… She stared as he held onto a notebook. But his words made her frown.

“Prepared? Mike, they are killers! I’m supposed to just sit back and let them hurt people? That’s not what I do, you know that. If there’s a threat, it has to be stopped, for the good of everyone, not just the humans.” He wanted a promise from her, and she just stared at him, speechless. How could he be okay with this? “You know I only hunt when someone is a danger, and there’s no other option. So what would you have me do? Sit back with some popcorn and watch?”

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Zara's response made Mike sigh, the archangel shaking his head slightly as his gaze shifted away from the huntress. He understood her determination, admired it even, a part of him well aware the aid of someone with her experience could indeed be beneficial in the fight against demons. Had the circumstances been different, and their adversaries not as powerful or dangerous, Michael would have probably welcomed Zara's help. But the huntress simply did not understand, she couldn't comprehend the severity of it all. Facing supernaturals, even original ones, was nothing like going against a demon or an angel. Even with the knowledge, even with the resources, a mere human was at a disadvantage.

"This isn't about right or wrong, Zara. I am well aware they must be stopped." Brown eyes settled on the brunette. "I will do everything in my power to do so." Though, he was honestly uncertain how much he could actually achieve by himself. He just...didn't want to lead anyone else to their death. "But you don't understand this enemy, you don't comprehend the severity of the situation. You cannot hunt them because even with the knowledge and tools to fight, you are at a great disadvantage as a human." Michael stepped closer to Zara, their height difference forcing him to look down to meet her gaze. "I intend for you to prepare in case I fail. I intend for you to be the last line of defense if I fall in battle. But you cannot be that if you recklessly throw yourself into a fight you are not equipped for."

Michael sighed again, his features softening slightly after a moment, a hand resting on her shoulder. "I don't need you to promise to do nothing. What I need is for you to promise to wait. To learn this information as if your life depended on it, because it does. And to be ready to use it when the time comes..."

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thewaywardprotector​:

Zara’s head was spinning as Mike continued to speak, pausing only in her pacing and ramblings when he called her name, an she stared at him as he repeated himself - that it was demonic magic. She felt sick to her stomach, following behind him as he left the shop for his apartment. 

Her stomach dropped yet again as he said she was speaking with an angel right now, falling silent as she stared at him. The feelings that were rushing through her… she couldn’t explain. Her mom and dad, her aunt, they were supposed to have prepared her for everything, but never had she been clued in that this was even possible. Angels and demons were stories that religions told to keep people in line, under control. And now? She didn’t say anything, just reached out for Coco and held him, needing to centre herself on something, and the dog’s heartbeat seemed good enough.

“Coco can be a little monster sometimes, you telling me he’s Lucifer or something?” She asked, her voice flat. As they got into the apartment, she placed Coco down on the floor. “Who else? You said this was a demon that caused this. I want names. Them and other angels. I need to know what I’m dealing with here, and how to stop them.”

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Michael climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to his apartment, allowing Zara to carry Coco when she reached out to grab him. Brown eyes observed the brunette while she remained silent, waiting for the human to come to terms with the revelation before continuing to give her information. When she finally spoke, asking if the Chihuahua was Lucifer, the archangel arched an eyebrow. Was she trying to mock him due to shock? Or was she actually curious whether Coco was also more than what he seemed? He looked at the dog, who was getting comfortable on the sofa without any care about what was going on around him. "Coco is just a dog," he assured Zara.

He moved further inside the apartment, walking across the living room to his office. There, he opened the last drawer of the large desk, grabbing a small but thick notebook. A sigh left his nostrils when Zara pushed for more information, her line of questioning quickly reminding Mike why he had hesitated to reveal the truth to her. He held onto the notebook, not offering it to her yet.

"Before I share anything else with you, I need you to promise me something." Michael's gaze met the human's, his expression more solemn than usual. "This information is for you to understand and be prepared. I want you to be aware, and you can warn others if you deem so necessary. But you cannot use it to fight." He'd been down this road before, providing humans with the knowledge and tools necessary for them to stand against demons and angels, allowing them to stand beside him in the efforts to stop the seals from being broken. All it ever did was send his friends right to their deaths. "You have to promise me you won't hunt neither demons nor angels."

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lovclychaos​:

it  wasn’t an  exaggeration  if  betsa  confessed her  mind  was  about  to  explode.  she  wasn’t  expecting those  words  to  come  from  mike,  someone who  she  thought she  somehow  knew.  maybe  she  didn’t  know  all  the  people  she  thought  she  did.  “  god,  even  i  know  who  that  is  ”  she  mused  to  herself, she  hadn’t  really been  interested  in  religion  as  such,  but  she  remember a  couple  of  things.  “  you  don’t  seem  really interested  in  them  freeing  your  brother  ”  she  mused, raising  her  eyebrows at  him.

betsa’s  eyebrows furrowed  at  his  words,  she  wasn’t  understanding half  of  his  words,  everything was  so  new  and  she  didn’t  even  know  how  to  process it.  “  sounds like  a  difficult plan  ”  she  confessed.  the  werewolf  raised her  hands  as  the  other  stated  that  wasn’t  your  responsibility.  “  it  isn’t, but  this  is  an  actual  threat  to  the  town  and  everyone,  isn’t  it  ?  ”

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Betsa's observation made Mike frown slightly, his eyebrows knitting together. "It's not as easy as what I want or don't want," he tried to explain. "It's about avoiding the death and destruction that would follow. My brother's freedom means Earth getting caught in the middle of a war between Heaven and Hell. It means the death of millions, both human and supernatural. It could quite possibly cause the end of this world and the extinction of humankind." Whatever changes needed to be made, whatever injustices needed to be rectified, none of it was worth the pain or destruction another war would cause. This wasn't the way. It couldn't be.

Though he knew the information was a lot for the wolf, he appreciated her willingness to listen and effort to understand. "Yes," he admitted. "It was my duty eons ago to stop this, to prevent any harm to come to this world. I will try my best to do that again." It would be a difficult task without his powers, but the excuses had to stop. There was no time anymore, the options running out the longer nothing was done. "But I need you to be prepared, Betsa. I need you to warn your Alpha and your pack and make sure they prepare as well." From his coat, Mike pulled out a small but thick notebook, placing it on the table. "This contains information about angels and demons. How to protect yourself from both and how to combat them if necessary." Mike's brow furrowed. "...I hope you don't come to need it, but if I fail...you and the others need to be ready."

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lovclychaos​:

the  light  faye  shook  her  head.  “  you’re so  dramatic,  michael  ”  she  laughed, looking  at  the  archangel  sitting right  next  to  her.  maybe  it  was  her,  that  she  found  the  movie  good  enough to  finish  it,  but  she  could  be  all  she  owned  he  was  being  dramatic  to  torture  her.  “  i’m  sorry,  old  man  ”  she  retorted, “  i  guessed  your  choice  would  be  better ”  the  faye  laughed.  “  don’t  blame  me  for  that,  you  picked  it  out  from  that  box  and  the  fault  will  be  yours  ”  she  teased.  she  had  missed  those  kind  of  moments  next  to  michael.

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Rachel's laughter made Mike smile. The darkness that surrounded Creation Peaks was abundant, the dangers that still lurked in the shadows far worse than what the small town had already endured. There were a lot of worries plaguing the archangel's mind, just as there were plenty plaguing the light faye's already. But Rachel's joy was contagious, Michael glad he waited to warn her of what was to come. He liked to see her happy. She deserved to be happy. "It's alright, young lady," he joked back. "Not all of us can be perfect." He chuckled at her words, nodding in defeat. "I'll take half of the responsibility. For having the movie." He nudged her with his elbow, turning his attention back to the movies case after a moment. "What are you in the mood for?" He assumed horror was out of the question. They had both had enough of that on Halloween night.

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thewaywardprotector​:

Zara nodded, confirming that the incident occurred on Halloween, and she waited, patiently. His silence was unnerving, but she told herself that he was just trying to remember if he had heard anything about this happening. “If you’ve never heard of it before, you can just say.” She said, nervously. The nerves only growing worse as he strolled over to the door, locking it. Zara’s eyes followed his every move, his nervous pacing doing nothing to calm her. Never was he normally as silent as this.

“Don’t believe in what anymore? Whether it’s been proven as real or not, my mom and dad always kept records of everything, every rumor. So have I. Plus, I know banshees are real.” She argued, assuming they were still speaking of the wailing women. But then he explained what he meant, spoke of angels and demons, and not just that, those of a high ranking.

“…. Look, there has to be something else, something solid that caused this. Maybe something wrong with the ley lines that night? It could explain some of the other odd occurrences that happened that night.” She paced back and forth in front of the counter now, shaking her head. “There’s… there’s no such things as angels and demons. Especially uber-powerful ones. Right? I would’ve seen them before now, dealt with them.”

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Zara was impatient, making assumptions and demanding answers before Mike even had the chance to finish speaking. Such reactions didn't surprise him, the archangel knowing the human well enough to have a good idea of what he could expect from her. He remained patient, hoping his calm demeanor would help settle her nerves. "Many hunters attribute angelic and demonic activity to supernatural species," Mike explained, shrugging slightly. "Or other less mystical explanations are given. Reluctance to believe is quite common among humans." She was, after all, being a prime example of that.

Mike's brow furrowed, brown eyes following the brunette as she paced back and forth. "Zara," he called to her calmly. "What happened on Halloween night was not caused by the ley lines or a gas leak. It was caused by demonic magic." He paused, after a moment waving the brunette to follow him up to his apartment. It'd be much easier for her to understand (and believe) with written proof. Mike took Coco in his arms and walked inside the office of the store, unlocking the door that lead to a side room with a staircase. "It's possible you have, just not known. It’s not easy to tell them apart from humans." He sighed, locking the door of the store behind the hunter and beginning to climb the stairs. "In fact, the proof is here.” Mike glanced at Zara. “You are speaking with an angel right now."

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lovclychaos​:

betsa  could  feel  her  forehead  hurting  as  she  kept  her  eyebrow  furrowed.  “  the  seals  of  the  prison  of  tartarus  ?  ”  she  asked  at  the  man,  she  wasn’t  understanding  shit,  was  she  supposed  to  know  all  those  things  ?  “  i  see,  so  the  sacrifices  was  something  they  needed  to  open  the  seal,  along  with  the  whole  town  in  fear  ?  ”  she  asked,  mostly  trying  to  realise  if  what  she  understood  was  what  he  really  meant.

betsa  was  kick  to  seat  straight  on  her  chair,  looking  at  mike.  she  was  concerned,  she  could  definitely  confess  she  was  terrified.  “  and  there’s  no  way  to  stop  them  before  they  do  ?  ”  she  asked.

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Mike nodded. "The prison that holds the fallen Archangel..." The title felt too impersonal for Michael's liking, but he wanted to make sure Betsa understood exactly who he was speaking about. It was hard to guess how much people knew about the history of angels and demons those days. And even harder to tell if what they knew was the truth or whatever stories humankind had told through the years. "...My brother, Lucifer." He nodded again, confirming the werewolf's understanding was correct. "To free him, they must break all seven hundred seventy-seven seals."

When Betsa asked if the demons could be stopped, a sigh escaped Mike's nostrils. He didn’t answer right away, debating how much to tell. "The only way to stop them requires the aid of the Legion of Heaven," he explained. "But their presence in Creation Peaks would prove dangerous for all the supernaturals that live here." He paused, considering their options for a moment. "There are ways to delay their plans, but the chances of success are not high. And it is certain they'll retaliate against any opposition." There was no room for impulsivity, not if the goal was to avoid an all out war. If they were going to stand against Lilith and the Court of Hell, they needed to plan carefully. "However, neither is your responsibility," he stated firmly.

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unfxrtunatesoul​:

“That’s up to you. I’m sure my father will deal with the angel that stabbed him in the back once he returns, and he’ll see to it that your retirement is permanent.” She said, shrugging her shoulders, her face emotionless. Michael wasn’t the only guilty person in Mara’s eyes, of course, but he was one of many that would live to regret the day Lucifer was locked away. 

She stared as he questioned what she wanted, not answering at first, instead taking another lap around his shop, getting more and more disgusted by what she saw, and more and more irritable at his question the more she thought about it. He knew nothing about what she wanted for this world.

“Who said everyone would become extinct? Me and my brothers and sisters will still have playthings. They accept their place in this world as beneath us, or they burn.” She shrugged. “Supernaturals will learn their place as well. Thankfully plenty already know their worth is above humans, they simply have to accept their place is beneath us, or they can die too.”

“Besides,” she carried on, approaching the counter again. “It’s your father that hates the creations he made. Pure and innocent and perfect, making it wrong for them to give into their true selves. Making them hate themselves for not being what god, what the natural world tells them they should be. My existence only proved that. I never make anyone do anything they don’t want. I just remind them of what they truly want. Be it a lust for power, a lust for another person. I remind them that it’s okay to be selfish, to want something. Isn’t that a good thing? Aren’t you proud of me?”

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Permanent. The idea was almost comical. Death wasn't final, not for him or his siblings. It was simply a pause, a chance to renew. Because unless God decided otherwise, and even if it could somehow be delayed, rebirth was inevitable. If Lucifer was freed, and if their father remained absent, their battle would be eternal. Which sounded exhausting. Though Mike had to wonder if without his Grace, would he actually return? Maybe that was what it would come down to, how it was always meant to end. He couldn't drive his sword through Lucifer's heart, but maybe his little brother wouldn't hesitate as he did...

Mike remained silent as he waited for Mara to answer his question, brown eyes studying the demon carefully. Her pause was unexpected, the irritation that radiated out of her making the archangel's brow furrow. Had his words actually resonated with the sin of Lust? But just as quickly as it had appeared, the glimpse of possibility disappeared, Mara's usual demeanor returning quickly as she spoke.

"Seems you've been misinformed," he replied. "Control wasn't what your father wanted." Lucifer's rebellion against God might have eventually been reshaped by anger and grief, but at its core it had always been about one thing; freedom. A reorganized hierarchy didn't sound like the vision his brother had shared with him years before.

Mara's words about his father made Michael's brow furrowed. He had his own disagreements with his father, his own complicated relationship, the archangel couldn't deny that. But he also couldn't say he agreed with the demon's perception of the Creator. "God doesn't hate humans," he corrected calmly. "And your existence exposing the weakness in some, doesn't prove all of them are inherently sinful." He ignored her last question, obvious by her inflection on the word 'proud’ she was simply trying to get a rise out of him.