God's Reign

A New Michael

Michael had secluded himself for a while. He didn't bother looking at the calendar and only communicated via letters, calls, and texts. He had been going through some things. All the while, he kept in touch with his father as promised, though not very much. It was mainly to keep him off his case. When Michael was ready, he stepped out of his new home. He was different, in a good way. With his newfound freedom, there was a lot he wanted to do. But first, he had to get used to a new form that had literally grown on him. He was more powerful now. For months, he had felt something welling up from his very core. He had kept it suppressed and hidden, especially from his father. Had God known, he definitely would not have let him leave Heaven. But now that he was rid of his pain-in-the-ass duties to serve Heaven, Michael could let loose.

The first thing Michael did was test out his new wings. He waited until night when he wouldn't be spotted by the living world as easily. Taking extra measures, he did his test runs over an area with many bars and known for drugs. After all, drunks and druggies don't have the best judgment and rationality. They wouldn't believe they had seen a man flying around. It was one perk of mortals' stupidity: purposefully putting harmful substances into their bodies and destroying themselves inside out. Michael enjoyed flying over many towns and cities. It was quite a journey. With a messenger bag on his hip and headphones rocking some heavy metal, he spent many nights soaring and sightseeing. Once flying was under his wing, Michael examined his physical power. He had always been skilled with blades. However, his sword broke with his newfound strength. After putting in an order for a heavier, thicker sword, he was back in business. Next was magic. Unlike Lucifer, he wasn't very skilled in the arts. He was barely decent. But now, his once feeble spells and charms had power. It delighted Michael greatly. And he was ready to show off.