Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

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"Get it out! Out!" 

Jene's heartbeat thundered through his resting form as he pretended to sleep. The brilliant moon was high in the royal navy sky, its colour reflecting his own eyes. The surrounding fields of wheat bathing in its ghostly light.

He heard Michael shouting from his room. His panicked yelling gravelly and low. Painful gasps flooded the cool night air. Despite his angel form, even being on Earth, he took on some of the planet's energy. The emotional energy of humanity. Jene may have glimpses of emotions yet still he could not sleep. He would meditate.

After 10 minutes of painful gasping and the appearance of golden light wafting in tendrils throughout the house, Jene stood up, abandoning his meditation attempt. Michael was not having a nightmare. He was awakening. His angelic form seeping out. Jene's bare feet padded softly against the wooden floorboards as the cool country air brushed against the exposed skin from his borrowed shorts and singlet. No wonder Jene's instincts had told him to be here today.

He crept past the long empty pizza plate in his room from dinner. They had both gone to bed early due to Michael's lack of want for chitchat.  Al had crept in a little after 10 pm which had resulted in Jene being on high alert since.

The lurking inky shadows around the sleeping house moved eerily as the golden tendrils drifted lazily throughout the nippy air. Even Jene couldn't stand the brightness of the concentrated light in Michael's room. Shielding his senses he stalked into the bedroom. Like his own it contained simple furniture. A worn wooden set of draws and a side table. A small old fashioned bed with a brown duvet. The decoration was the same throughout the house. Grey walls and wooden floorboards. 

These floorboards creaked beneath Jene as he warrior stanced across the room. His training kicking in as he caught sight of Michale's writhing form. 

Wearing simply a pair of black shorts Michael's clammy skin was easily visible. His blonde hair stuck to his glistening forehead and shoulders in awkward clumpy strands. His skin shimmering in the brilliant light-emitting off him, shadows moving oddly across his muscle grooves. 

The luminance emitting from his glowing veins mapped an intricate pattern beneath his tanned skin. His veins were ridgelike, sticking out like a 50 degree summer day. The sight of the veins was unsightly. Supernatural. Michael continued to writhe on the bed. Screaming animistically. Jene rushed over shielding himself against the light and reached to hold Michael's shaking shoulders.

Before he made contact an invisible push sent him colliding back against the wooden dresser. The rough wood connecting with his lower back as he fell to the ground. Gasping as he forced air back into his assaulted lungs he looked up. The golden light had formed a nebula like cloud around Michael's bed. He couldn't get in. Let alone see Mike.

Distracted by the phenomena and the pain coursing through him he was completely oblivious to the figure that had appeared beside him.

" It's alright mate. It's been happening every night since he was around 21. It's getting worse though. Tried to take him to doctors. He wouldn't have it. Simply refused to go." 

Al's sleepy voice slivered through the dark towards him. Laced with the maliciousness Jene had sensed earlier yet couldn't quite place.

" Just go back to bed mate. He's been like for for 6 months. Very overly protective. Anyway, I'm going back to bed. Cya Jene."

Al walked out uncaringly. Dark bags under his eyes as he left the alit room and disappeared into the shadows.

After attempting to touch Michael's glowing shaking form again and being thrown back across the small bedroom again Jene finally got the message. The burning feeling in his skin slowly ebbed away. He looked down. His exposed dark forearms were covered in raw red scars with a silvery shimmer. His angelic blood. It was going to be a long night.