Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

Intervention

Jene hurried outside, willing his divine features away as he attempted to keep in his human form. Lucifer's appearance had shaken him, he was definitely not what he was expecting. All the angels were taught that Lucifer was the epitome of evil. His reputation preceding him as a rebellious, evil being. While rebellious he seemed mischievous. Charming, yet intelligent. Jene was at odds with what to think.

Jene was so lost in his thoughts he almost ran into Michael who was hurrying in from the nearby barn.

" Jene we need to talk. Where the heck is Al?" 

As he rushed past smelling earthy, like hay Jene slowly followed him. Trepidation following his every step. This mission was getting a little peculiar and yet it had barely begun. 

20 minutes later Michael was lying on his stomach on the large dining room table wincing as Jene observed awkwardly. 

" Can one of you idiots kindly own up to tattooing me. My back aches and I glimpsed the design in the kitchen window. It's one of the ugliest designs I've ever seen." 

Jene shifted and looked at Michael's back. His normally tan skin was a raw red around the intricate wing design stretching across the span of his back. Recognition rattled through Jene as last night's memories came flooding back.

" Michael. Are you alright? How was last night?"

Jene feigned surprise, not quite knowing how to react.

" What the heck happened last night cuz?...Ow Crap!"

Jene startled back from Michael's outburst as Al stalked into the kitchen.

" Hey, guys. Mike, what happened man? Sweet tat." 

Al's usual Aussie twang was back. His expression neutral, giving away nothing.

" Can one of you go get an icepack or something. Al's presence is causing it to burn." 

Mike chuckled out. 

A muscle twinged in Al's jawline yet that was the only giveaway that the man knew anything at all. If only Michael knew how right he was.

The clear radiant morning light streamed through the kitchen windows still smeared with the ginger toned dust from yesterday's storm. The peaceful silence was interrupted by Al's rustic tone.

" I hate it when he does that, when he just buts in. It feels like a really bad hangover for hours afterward...but I guess that's what happens when you make a deal with the devil. Literally." 

Al's voice whispered as he grabbed a cup of steaming black coffee off the chipped counter.  The steam tendrils curling and dissolving into the air like Lucifer's energy. Dark bags hung under his green eyes, contrasting painfully against his still pale face.

" What are you doing here?" 

Jene hissed. Ensuring Michael couldn't hear him from the neighboring dining room. 

" And why can he not remember anything? This has been happening for months?"

" He's never been conscious of it. Glowing, divine energy has been escaping for months. Lucifer even detected it in his realm and sent a volunteer. It's been getting stronger I admit. He's yelled before but never writhed..well from what I've seen. He hasn't appeared to be in too much pain. before.

 His energy is ripping his human shell apart. It cannot contain him, it is quite amusing actually. The archangel of protection destroyed by the form of the things he protects. It is good for me however, this mission will be a bust. Humanity will be wiped out. Lucifer will promote me to his army and the divine realm will fall. No more elitist attitude for you guys."