Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

Shopping Spree

The next few hours were equal parts amusing, infuriating and exhausting for Ami. Being the human guide for two archangels and their angeling protectors was proving to be quite a unique experience for her. While she was human, her 6th sense ability enabled her to experience and observe the world from a much deeper viewpoint than her mortal eyes offered. Of course, with this viewpoint came knowledge that sometimes she felt would be easier not knowing. This was one of those times. 

While she was honoured to have been chosen to have her abilities, practically babysitting four divine beings in an attempt to integrate them into human society so they could save humanity was proving to be quite a challenge...especially when it was nearing 12am and she had a full day of uni classes the next day. 

Her ability to see the comedic side of the evening was wearing off quite swiftly now and instead of viewing the supernatural beings complete fascination with human culture amusing she was beginning to find it irritating. While she knew they did not mean to completely disregard her time they seemed to forget that her whole life didn't revolve around them. She wasn't chosen for their mission, she was simply an outsider who happened to be an aid. 

With a weary sigh, Ami led her group out of the closing shopping centre and on to the Sydney streets as they headed back towards their apartment. The bewitching hour was approaching when the local...night time establishments would fully embrace the city's lockout laws and turn out most of their intoxicated customers into the early morning. 

Ami did not want to be out when that happened, while she was comforted knowing she literally had the Archangel of Protection to defend her she was exhausted and didn't fancy watching a showdown between some creepy misogynistic drunk and the most advanced warrior in the cosmos. Some things were better left to the imagination and she had seen enough of the angels quirks for the day.

Whether it was Michael's overly protective and offensive nature to anything he saw as a threat, including the glass revolving door at the start of the evening and a series of large cardboard cutouts that he felt were 'mocking them'. Or perhaps it was Jade's sour outlook to everything and her consistent need to view everything negatively...although she did had a bad start to the evening.

Her brother was not much better. While Jene seemed more level headed than his sister he was constantly overwhelmed by everything and often retreated into himself, making it hard to actually interact with him. Out of all the angels though Raziel, or her 'uncle' terrified her the most. Despite the fact that she had known him for years, well she had known the human side of him the Archangel of Divine Knowledge made her severely uncomfortable. She knew he didn't mean to...and she couldn't quite pinpoint why he did. Perhaps it was the fact that while the other angels seemed to be purely as they presented themselves Raziel kept his true nature hidden away behind a carefully constructed and impenetrable facade.

Occasionally an emotion would slip out but most of the time the archangel observed the world with a cool, calm sort of grace. Coupled with the fact that he had an inconceivable amount of knowledge within him and could predict pretty much everything no wonder she felt uncomfortable.

The brightly lit streets slowly started becoming more populated as the leftover party crowd stumbled haphazardly out onto the sidewalks. With an annoyed grunt, Ami pulled Michael's arm, leading her group onto the hidden winding backstreets of the city. The rotting smell of garbage and waste perfumed the air mixing sourly with the salty coastal mist that had now begun to materialise around them. The subtle snores and murmurings of the homeless, as well as the occupants of the dingy flats above them, added to the cacophony of sounds that yet again had Michael on high alert.

Too tired to bother explaining Ami instead continued to lead them at a brisk pace throughout the normally hidden side of Sydney and through the back entranceway of the apartment building the angels were living in. After purposefully avoiding their curious gazes she instead bid them a hasty goodnight as soon as they were all safely behind their door and left. She was exhausted and still had pre-work to do before tomorrow's class, she didn't have time for this. Not tonight, they would be fine for now.