Michaela: A Not-Really-An-Angel Archangel

INTRODUCTION

Everyone knows the story already, it started with the creation of the whole creation, and the fall of Lucifer..

Well, let's say that after what happened to the fall of Lucifer which had been full of drama of this and that, Heaven now is trying to get back on track and chase the time they have 'wasted' as most of them found Lucifer's issue being 'childish' or 'nonsensical'.

Paperwork here and paperwork there, angels cannot even go and take a fly over the creation as a break since there's a LOT and a TON of paperwork to do!

And since Lucifer was restricted out of Heaven and still can get in, the whole Heaven decided to make the security more strict.

And here goes Uriel brainstorming with Zadkiel while Azrael and Samael are cleaning the weapons and ready to forge anything they will suggest that's for the betterment of Heaven.

"What about we build something like... like a trap!" Zadkiel suggested but Uriel turned it off and rolled his eyes.

"Gosh Zadkiel, what if WE fall on the trap?, be open minded!" Uriel yelled, not that loud though as he does not want to waste his energy the same as every angel wasted their time paying attention to Lucifer's issue.

But Zadkiel maybe had enough as he talked back.

"Oh, then I'm sorry for not being considerate of that, MR. SMART!" He sarcastically replied lifting his head and glancing at Uriel then stormed out.

Uriel was startled at that, frowned and fixed his composure then looked at Zadkiel.

" Hey!?, come back here!! " And there goes the two...

The door opened—more like SLAMMED OPENED, there it revealed Michael who looked very tired and done about everything.

"Bruh.." Gabriel continued to drink his coffee that made him not sleep for centuries(note: it was an experimental coffee he made)

He entered, slammed the door closed and no one dared to make another noise as the soldier threw himself on the sofa.

Gabriel, being the bravest to ask Michael spoke.

"What happened that made your personality go limp?" Gabriel asked and took a sip of his coffee.

"Arghh, my personality did NOT go limp, Gabriel!" It is clear that he's very stressed.

"Has someone become stupid?" Gabriel asked, not trying to make it sound like an insult, so Michael sat down on the sofa fixing his composure.

"What did you just say—?"-Michael

"Anything that makes your hair messy?" Gabriel asked.

"I swear I heard something but anyway, it's just... personal." Michael answered tiredly with his exhausted-looking icy blue eyes.

"Not my problem.."-Gabriel

"Yeah yeah yeah, now shut that chatterbox up."-Michael

The interesting part is that Gabriel wasn't even hurt at all, he understands things, to be honest if he had to be in that mood, he would have said words sharper than those words Michael had just said.

"Hey, ya'll heard there's a new liquid added in the creation shop lately?" Raphael spoke up a question that made everyone stop.

"No, why?" Samael asked.
"What about it?" Azrael also asked.

"It's this new liquid added as an ingredient to at least make a lot of dolls move!" Raphael answered excitedly.

"Then... we can use it to create a puppet show or a shadow play!!" Being the archangel of beauty that's assigned to arts which is Jophiel spoke excitedly, cannot blame the archangel of beauty though as the archangel finds beauty in every creation.

"Yeah, great.."-Uriel
"I bet the targets are little children."-Gabriel

"Come on!, so what if we attracted little kids?" Jophiel asked and pouted.

"Not gonna lie to you, Jophiel.. but you look like a duck, so I suggest you stop pouting.." Azrael commented and Jophiel acted like he was hurt.

"Anyways, that liquid is said to be looking like a fine melted gold that's shining!, it feels like we have creation in our hands except that it's just limited!" Raphael detailed more leaving them with some interests, if they had to express their thoughts about this, it was pretty interesting.

"How about we visit it in the next hour?" Michael suggested, clearly wanted to rest.

"And here we are wondering how you can feel tired.." Uriel spoke in wonder.

"Tch!"-Michael

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Prepared by: aureliatheotherarchangel_.