ðĶðēð―ðą ðŦðēð°ð°ðŪðžð― ðŧðŪðžðđðŪðŽð― ð ðŽðŠð· ðŠðĩðĩðļð ðķððžðŪðĩðŊ ð―ðļ ðąðŠðŋðŪ ð―ðļððŠðŧððž ðŠ ðŦðĩðļð° ðĩðēðīðŪ ð―ðąðēðž, ð ðŽðŠð·ð·ðļð― ðąðŪðĩðđ ðŦðūð― ðžðŠð ð―ðąðŠð― ðķðļðžð― ðļðŊ ð―ðąðŪ ðđðŪðŧðžðļð·ðŠðž ð―ðąðŠð― ðŽðŠð· ðŠð·ðžððŪðŧ ð―ðąðēðž ðšðūðŪðžð―ðēðļð· ðŠðŧðŪ ðąðŪðŧðŪð―ðēðŽðŠðĩ ðŠð·ð ð°ðļ ðŠð°ðŠðēð·ðžð― ððŠð―ðąðŪðŧ ððļð ððēðķðžðŪðĩðŊ, ðŪðžðđðŪðŽðēðŠðĩðĩð ððēðŽðąðŠðŪðĩ ðŠð·ð ððŪð―ðŠð―ðŧðļð·. ðð― ðēðž ðŪðŠðžð ðŊðļðŧ ðŠ ðžðļðūðĩ, ðŪðžðđðŪðŽðēðŠðĩðĩð ðŠð· ðŠð·ð°ðŪðĩ'ðž ðļð·ðŪ, ð―ðļ ð°ðŪð― ðĩðļðžð― ðēð· ðķðēðžð―ðŧðŠð·ðžðĩðŠð―ðēðļð·ðž ðļðŊ ðąðļðĩð ðžðŽðŧðēðđð―ðūðŧðŪðž ðŠð·ð ððļðŧððž ðļðŊ ð―ðąðŪðēðŧ ððŠð―ðąðŪðŧ ððūðŪ ð―ðļ ðąðļð ðķðūðŽðą ðŋðŠðŧðēðļðūðž ðžðēð·ðž ðŧðūðĩðŪ ðļðŋðŪðŧ ð―ðąðŪ ðķðļððŪðŧð· ððļðŧðĩð ðŠð·ð ðŪðŋðŪð· ððŪðŠðŋðŪð·, ðžðļ ð ððļðūðĩð ðŧðŪðŽðļðķðķðŪð·ð ðŠðĩðĩ ðļðŊ ððļðū ð―ðļ ðŧðŪðŧðŪðŠð ð―ðąðŪ ððļðĩð ððēðŦðĩðŪ ðŠð·ð ðŧðŪð―ðąðēð·ðī ððļðūðŧ ðķðēðžðŠð·ð―ðąðŧðļðđðēðŽ ðŠðŽð―ðēðļð·ðž ðŠð·ð ððļðŧððž. ðð ð°ðŧðŠð·ð ðŽðąðūðŧðŽðą ðēðž ðŠðĩððŠððž ðŠðŋðŠðēðĩðŠðŦðĩðŪ ðŊðļðŧ ðŠð·ð ðąðūðŧð― ðžðļðūðĩðž, ðēð·ðŽðĩðūððēð·ð° ðļð―ðąðŪðŧ ðŠð·ð°ðŪðĩðž, ðŠð·ð ð ðŠðķ ðŧðŪðŠðð ð―ðļ ð°ðŧðŪðŪð― ððļðū ðŠðĩðĩ ðŠð·ð ðąðŪðĩðđ ð―ðļ ð°ðŪð― ðŧðēð ðļðŊ ð―ðąðŪ ðžðēð· ðđðļðžðžðŪðžðžðēð·ð° ðļðŋðŪðŧ ððļðūðŧ ðķðēð·ððž. ðĶðŪ ðŠðĩðžðļ ðļðŊðŊðŪðŧ ðŊðŧðŪðŪ ðŊðĩðŠð―ðŦðŧðŪðŠððž, ðģðūðēðŽðŪ ðŠð·ð ðķðŪððēðŽðŠðĩ ðŽðŠðŧðŪ ð―ðļ ððąðļðŪðŋðŪðŧ ð·ðŪðŪððž ðēð― ðēð· ð―ðąðŪðžðŪ ðąðŠðŧð ðŠðđðļðŽðŠðĩððđð―ðēðŽ ð―ðēðķðŪðž. ðĪâĪïļâïļðŦ
â ðĒðēð·ðŽðŪðŧðŪðĩð, ððŧðŽðąðŠð·ð°ðŪðĩ ðŠð·ð ðđðŧðēðŪðžð― ððŪð―ðąðŠðŪðĩ.
oh michael was just relaxing for a while after that weird encounter with that tall creepy rotting machine... His back against the cold marble pillar and wings pressed back as he laid there in silence. Raphael is next to him, talking about another silly human encounter, gabriel laughs in response, michael's head pounding from stress. Humans this humans that... Why do his brothers not hate them as well-...? They're filthy creatures not deserving ANY forgiveness.
and then he hears a rustle, immedietally getting up.. No no. Something is wrong. Some things up in heaven. These weird creatures and abominations, ruining his peace and time. Raphael looked up, and stopped patting gabriel's head.
"Who are you, show yoursel-"
And a ..... Mechanical-... Thing? No. No, a priest. He recognized the uniform. ... It steps forward. Talking and talking... Non stop... In a irritating accent. Michael's eyes narrow down in disgust-... Face twisted into a permanent scowl filled with abhor. Not against the machine directly. He's just in a pissed off mood due to his earlier interactions and his brothers glazing humans and all. Raphael and gabriel share glances, hearing the mechanical priest mention their other angels and their misanthropy-
"Trust me. I do not need, nor want any respect from the kinds of you. For I haven't stooped that low yet-"
Raphael frowns, gabriel behind him watching curiously.. Michael kept his calm from now. He hated machines, sure, not as much as humans. But didn't see them as any better. They are humanity's inventions after all, a disgusting mimicry of father jehovahs creations. But that's not the point. It's the way this machine talked. Spoke about them as if they were in pain or hurt. As if it pitied them. Oh how much he despised it... They are completely fine-
Raphael pushes gabriel aside gently, Michael grumbling something under his breath, his hands twitching to reach up and strangle the priest. But he doesn't. He's a cool headed, professional angel. He cannot be violent in public. He has a reputation.
"But who are you to lecture us about the learnings of father jehovah? When we are the same angels woven by the very light thread by thread that came from father jehovah's very own body.."
Michael's expression darkened, eyes wide at the priest's last statement. His hands grab the scabbard of his blade attached at the side of his leather belt, unsheathing slightly... He grits his teeth. Wings visibly ruffling up showing pure irritation and distaste
"You?... Pfft.. An archangel?... You're nothing more than a fake. You offend me, if anything. If you were. You're a disappointment... A miserable pathetic insect I want to step on. I can't sense any celestial aura or divine abilities from you scrapheap. You're just a pile of wires and bolts. A poorly constructed mimicry! You're lucky my little siblings are watching, or else-"
"Oh my heavens, ENOUGH. MICHAEL. I can't stand you... Why are you like this?!-"
Michaels eyes widen as raphael snaps at him. Which was rare. Raphael clears his throat, not wanting poor gabriel to feel afraid...- Michael clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms to the point of bleeding, holding back a punch to the bastard priest's metal face.
"can.. Can I get the free bread and juice?...-"
"Dont make me hit you gabriel."
Raphael shook his head in disappointment, gabriel looked away, hands clasped behind his back as he grinned sheepishly before stopping at michael's terrifying expression, every angel's face clearly said "shut the fuck up.." While Raphael does that, Michael walks up to the priest with a fake smile full of venom and hatred.. Eye visibly twitching.
"and you? You should kill yourse-"
"hey guys. I'm back from the toilet, Michael we need to raise back funds from the choir and go back and discuss at the council on renovating the ba- OH WHO- WHAHAHT THE FUCK IS THIS CREATURE?!"
And Michael absolutely snaps and proceeds to punch a HOLE. in the wall, mumbling a literal slur in angelipia, a language of angels. the loud noise echoing through the room. He snapped his fingers and teleported somewhere else so he doesn't take a life of a certain self proclaimed archangel. Metatron gulps and leaves... Too. Awkward.