Oh, Death

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Death!Michael on the top/side.

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Michael rolled his head back in laughter, watching the ground burn beneath him. One of the Angels stood before him, trapped in a fiery circle.

"Michael you don't know what you're doing." The Angel said in fear, his hands firm at his sides.

"I know exactly what I'm doing. And no Angel is going to tell me different. God has your plan. Not mine." Michael clutched the dagger in his hand, his other hand casually rested in his leather jacket pocket. "I could kill you right now, but, where are my brothers?" The Angel stood still, not saying anything. He stared down Michael, trying to be unafraid.

"I don't know. But Michael-"

"Don't bring up that fucking archangel. He's done nothing but treat me like shit even though I've done all his dirty work. Why even bring him up?"

"Because he could know. He's been watching them." Michael's eyes flicked black and he starred at the Angel, wondering what he's playing at.

"I'm not going to him. Where are my brothers?" Michael raised his voice, clutching at the dagger.

"I don't know! Michael let me go!" Michael shook his head and poured water on the fiery ring, slowly putting it out.

"Go." He said coldly. The Angel smirked and with a blink he was gone, leaving Michael by himself in an empty warehouse. "God that son of a bitch."

Michael walked out to his car, an old Impala, and sat in the front seat, staring at the road ahead.

He ran a hand through his dyed black hair, furrowing his eyebrows. You would think being alive since the beginning of time would make you respected amongst God and the Angels and such, but no. You get treated like crap day in and day out.

Michael sighed and started his car, pulling out to the road and driving off to the next state.

Michael's used to driving for hours on end, it's like a job. A job to go out and kill anyone that anyone needs. Like a reaper, except reapers take the souls trapped in limbo. Not exactly in purgatory or heaven or hell. Michael takes care of all the living. Summon Michael, and he'll take the person down, for a price. Give Michael something and he'll kill the man as long as he agrees.

But a deal isn't an easy thing to make with Michael. Sure he'll kill anything the Angels want, but humans are too pushy.

Michael pulled off to the side of the road and got out of his car, listening as someone started to summon him, the Latin words being said sloppily but good enough to get Michael there. Michael sighed as he appeared into an old apartment where a young woman sat with the Latin book in her hands.

"You're real." The young woman said in shock. Michael nodded slowly and grinned.

"Yup. I'm very real. So, what's your bargain...?" Michael questioned her for a name.

"Mia." She answered.

"Ah yes." Michael smiled and walked towards her. Mia adjusted in her seat, staring at Death.

"Uh. This guy's been raping a few girls in our town. He uh-"

"Say no more. You read the fine print?" Mia nodded and bit her lip.

"I know where the Horsemen are." Michael's eyes lit up and he beamed at the girl.

"You do? Where?" Michael leaned over her, careful not to touch her.