WORK IS IN PROGRESS

sylvia wasnt really expecting to be chosen for this stuff. She was at the council's chambers, walking through the hallways in isolated silence, before she sees.. Another human like her. She turns back, eyes a bit wide-

"o-oh, my-... hair? I uhm.. I use... Green apple scented shampoo...-"

she avoided eye contact, before realizing something and clearing her throat, shifting awkwardly.

"how do you.. Know my name?.. And what's it matter to you huh?!...."

The tone was bitter yet not as harsh as usual. She's just on edge around strangers and alarmed easily, however, she realizes your hair is really fluffy and pretty too... Just like her favourite lead vocalist in a band she loved-... oh, she envied that a little.

— 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵.

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-

"Michael... Be nice."

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?...-"

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"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?!"