Spectacular World

A Villain Named Metatron

The dogs dropped to the ground, many growling, some whining, and all moving away as the angelic figure came down. Feathers rained across the beach, and the wings stopped flapping as Michael's feet softly touched the ground.

Michael adjusted his hat, his eyes sparkling a bit as he stared at the old man in front of him. Roulette's knuckles turned white as his grip grew tighter on the butt of his rifle.

"Calvin," Roulette spat the name out, glaring back at the Immortal member. "You didn't really think I'd let you fly down here and pretend like we're old friends, did you?" Roulette raised his gun, pointing it at the pretty man. All the dogs stayed near Roulette's feet and glared back at the villain. "Die-"

"Red light," Michael spoke softly, and in a flash, the beach was bathed in a bright red light that danced across the field. Michael stood directly outside of it, his arms folding as he watched everyone the light hit freeze in place. Roulette stood perfectly still, the old man seemingly frozen in time, a bullet halfway out of his gun. "Geez, bro. I thought you'd be happy to see me." Michael stuffed his hands in his expensive jacket and stalked forward. He walked around the light, making sure he didn't step in it. "Like, come on. We haven't seen each other since... Well, I guess it's been since I claimed this body as my own."

Michael spoke in a different way than he normally did. His usual way of speaking was fast and erratic, constantly shifting from one topic to another. A side effect of being two people at once. After all, he was both Calvin, the older brother to Roulette, and Archangel Michael. However, at this moment, Calvin was sound asleep.

Michael was in the driver's seat.

Michael walked all the way around the orb of red light that bore down on Roulette. Roulette was placed at the very edge of it, the old man's back poking out by just a small bit. Slowly, Michael pressed his own back to the older man's and leaned against him.

"You've gotten really old, you know." Michael snorted out.

Roulette didn't respond, still frozen in place.

"I guess I should have expected that, though, shouldn't I?" Michael let out a soft hum and used the hero as a pillar to stand against and support his weight. "Unlike me, you aren't Immortal. Though I guess immortality isn't quite the right way to put how I live, is it? After all, this body has reached its limit. Though it might not look it, poor Calvin is older than even you. I'll be leaving him soon and finding a new host. That's actually why I came here. When I leave, Calvin will die. Years of stress and age will hit him all at once, and bam! He'll crumble away to dust. I actually did like the man, you know. He was pretty handsome." Michael rubbed his face, giving a sly smirk. "It really is going to be a shame when he dies. I feel like I'm putting down my dog or something. So, I thought I'd let you see Calvin one last time before he crumbles. Oh, and uh, green light-"

A hail of bullets smashed down into the beach as Roulette stumbled forward. The dog and the old man all stared in shock as the spot Michael had been was now empty. Roulette jumped a bit when he felt an arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulder, and the old man growled as the Immortal villain now stood next to him.

"You bastard-"

"Let's play freeze tag now." Ice blasted out across the field, freezing many of the dogs solid. Roulette jumped away, letting out a yell as the ice creeped up his arm.

"H- How dare you! L- Let the dogs go!" The old man hissed out through clenched teeth as he fought off the cold.

Michael casually sat down on the frozen body of a large dog, using it like a chair. "Once I'm done. Oh, and don't worry about any of them dying; my power isn't lethal unless I order it to be. Childlike wonder and the like, ya know, even though they look frozen solid, they won't actually shatter or freeze to death."