Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

Can't hide your nature.

Mike's towering silhouette glowed in the burnt evening sunlight streaming in through the barns dusty skylights, the appearance giving him an otherworldly glow that wasn't far off his usual angelic aura.

The howling of the twisted creatures he held writhed and snapped aggresively at Michael's tense form. He held them higher, his expression calm as he stepped forward into a patch of amber light patterning the scattered hay. His delt muscles bunching as he lifted them to his shoulder height. Jene studied this with barely concealed awe. The wolf-like creatures he held must have been at least 100kg each. 

Their appearance was slightly disturbing for Jene, despite the interdimensional beings he had seen that had acted far worse than these animals. Wide mouths filled with bloodthirsty teeth, grey and scraggly coats, black and mottly paws with sharp and thick claws. Foam bubbled at the corner of the canine's mouths like a rabid science experiment.

" He's unaturally strong I know right. Must be the farm genes." 

Al's gravelly mock broke Jene from his stupor and he turned to face Al's casual stance next to him. 

" How the hell did they get in?!" 

Michael's voice boomed across the lofty barn. Jene swore he could feel the scattering of birds awhile away across the paddocks of isolated farmland. Their heartbeats were fast and frantic as they raced to escape Michael's angry energy.

Instinctally, Jene, and Al both followed Michaels's lead as he walked angrily around the barns large floor plan. Hundreds of animals were crowded on the other side of the expansive barn. Their eyes fearful, yet loving towards Michael. Jene scuffed his dark trainers against the dusty hay and ran his fingers across the rust coloured wood of the barn walls leading up to the beamed ceiling dotted with whirlyboys and skylights. The wood was rough yet in good condition. 

" What the frig is this Al. I told you to close this a week ago . I mean what the hell!?"

 The archangel angrily gestured towards two wooden panels warping at the joint that was clearly easily pushable. 

" I do not know what the damage is but look what has happened."

He snarled his statesque face twisting angrily as he kicked a pair of double doors open. Their forms were almost indistinguishable against the barn walls. The snapping wolves he had been gripping by course fur on their necks whimpered. Breaking the tense silence. He threw them out the open doorway into the dust covered evening outside. The pride hurt wolves quickly ran off. Their lean forms loping off quickly into the swiftly approaching night.

The air surrounding the three guys quickly became suffocating with tension. Instincally, Jene took a step back as Al approached Michael.

" Sorry I forgot mate with all the crap you make me do. You could've done it yourself!" 

Al's voice brimmed with barely contained anger. His fists bunching at his sides.

" The crap I make you do? I run this friggin' place. I ask you to do one job and you don't even do it. Probably to busy spending time just walking the town doing jack all." 

Michael's voice was eerily calm. Like the eye of the storm. Something turbulent was brewing.

" You run the place? You asked me to help you once your family went on their years-long holiday."

" I didn't realise you'd move in. You were welcome to though."

" Screw you Mike you pompous jerk."

Michael turned away from his angry friend and instead fiddled with the barn doors as they shut in front of him. As he was doing this. Al stepped forward. His anger evident as he flung his right fist towards Michaels exposed cheek.

Jene stepped forward trying to stop Al when Michael turned around and pushed Jene softly to the side, grabbing Al's approaching fist at the same time.

" Don't do it Al."

Al was too far gone though. Succumbed to his human anger he threw quick punch's and kick's at Michael one on top of the other. Wild random movements. To Michael's credit. He simply defended himself, he never attacked his furious friend. He was never offensive.

" No wonder they left Mike. Who would want a strange son that doesn't look a thing like them!? Not that they're your actual family. I mean who are you, Michael? Who do you think you are?" 

With this comment, Al pushed the stunned Michael in the face.

Jene watched as the beast snapped within Michael. The angel form leaking out of him. Moving like water Michael darted and spun blocking Al and knocking him swiftly in the back of the head before placing him softly on the hay spread ground.

His blonde hair glistening luminatly in the evening sunlight. Michael simply stood up and faced the awed Jene. Mike's face was alight, his eyes glowing like golden lamps as he looked down and tightly shut them.

Jene watched carefully as a few cuts on Michael's skin knitted themselves back together emitting a soft golden light. Michael's eyes slowly dulled down as the brilliant light left his form, leaving smooth unblemished skin in its wake.

Michael looked up, his butterscotch eyes filled with pain. Panic bubbled up within Jene at this. At the raw vulnerable emotion in the universe's fiercest warrior. 

" Michael are you...?" 

He stopped as Michael held up a shaking palm.

" I'm ok. Let's go check on the animals." 

Michael hobbled off his muscular form shaking slightly as he moved.

" Please cuz. I'll tell you later.  Al didn't hurt me if that's what you're wondering. I am hurting me."

Jene followed silently, lost in Michael's words as they checked on the hundreds of animals. They all seemed to be fine and flocked to Michael. He could feel their once turbulent energy calming down around Michael. Their fear dissipating. Gaia and his sister Ariel would be proud to see their brother's new relationship with nature.

Jene turned to head back to the house and sort out his thoughts when he heard Michael. His voice smooth and clear. Deep yet enchanting. He sang an ancient angel song to the animals. A lullaby. A peaceful song. In Latin, their divine language.

"et cessabit amicis meis epularer omnia bona est. Oritur sol semper. Tenebris est non malum.

Experietur quicquam mali tempus et cessabit amicis meis epularer. Ut impleamini divinam."