" We need to find my siblings sometime. It is probably best to get started. I need to start studying humanity. Their protection. How I can help. Probably the military is the best place to start? But then again...GET AWAY FROM ME! Jene get behind me. Away from him."
Michael's spiel was interrupted suddenly as Jene was pushed behind the archangel. He had jumped out of the bathtub and wrapped one of the palsy blue towels around himself before yelling out the bathroom doorway. Jene followed Michael's severe gaze to see Al leaning casually against the doorway dressed in a ratty bathrobe, he smirked.
" He's never gotten this far before..."
Al's sunburnt face turned towards Jene. A surprising maliciousness drifting across it, twisting his features.
" Of course, how stupid of I not to notice the divine warrior in the midst. Your surprise arrival was too circumstantial...At this rate, I will never be promoted to the army. Simply a drifting soul."
Al rubbed in face roughly as he let out an exasperated sigh.
" Don't talk to one of my warriors like that. I shou..."
Michael drifted off. His words quickly faltering out as his eyes dimmed back to a dull golden colour. He looked around angrily.
" Isn't this a cute meeting in the bathroom. Why are we all here?"
Looking down he stared at his half-naked form.
" Ok well, I am going to get changed and try to forget about the fact that you guys decided to have a meeting while I was in the shower. See you guys in the kitchen for breakfast, dressed I hope."
Michael left the bathroom shuffling slowly as he muttered about impromptu meetings and how it was 'too early for this crap.'
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Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection
FantasyThe deep disembodied voice resonated throughout the extravagently decorated hall like a ancient brass gong ringing on a silent dawn. The throng of statesque forms gathered around the radiant room sitting upright on the gold lounges or gazing out th...
