Holy Michael

It didn’t take long for him to find the angel though, a smile showing on his freckled face as he jogged over. “There you are! I was looking for you Michi!” He grinned as he held something behind his back. Moving closer he carefully grabbed part of the other’s shirt, placing the pin on it before stepping back. “It’s a bit late but I wanted to give you something in return for the rose!”

Placed on the shirt was a silver iris that held an emerald in the petals. Once more Plum held his hands behind his back, but more to hide him giving his right wrist a slight squeeze, trying to hide the slight anxiety he had on what the other would think on it.

“I hope it was alright to put on you.” He tilted his head slightly with a hint of worry in his smile. “I just didn’t know what else to give you in return…” He paused as he thought on what else to say.

“The flower was said to be a symbol of hope in a way and the same with the emerald though with the it also it’s said to preserve love so… I thought putting them together..” He was sure the other would be able to feel love again. There wasn’t a doubt in him on that.

The archangel rarely came down from heaven then he met the two people who changed him, he now comes down almost every day. He was walking down the street when he heard footsteps behind him and quickly turned, only to see Plum. "I don't think you have to look far." His eyes brightened up, smiling back at him. "Thank... Thank you." Looking down at the pin placed on him, he raised his hand and ran his thumb over it. It was beautiful...

"It's fine, I don't mind at all." Seeing as he thought of Plum as his little brother it wasn't a problem. "It's beautiful. I'll treasure it." Michael raised his hand and ruffled his hair. 

Now he wanted to give him more things and tell him that he didn't have to repay him back. Maybe he should steal more of God's flowers and give them to Plum? They offered more things then the flowers down here.

He returned his attention back to him. “You’re amazing.”

There's a chill in the air. A very /significant/ chill in the air.

“I dont expect you to understand. People fawn over you” she huffed “girls swoon when you look at them and they don’t even know you”

“Yes…” He let out a slow breath as he looked down. “But that’s also why… I don’t want to hurt anyone.” He lifted his head to stare to the angel.

“Why would I want to put someone though that? It’s not a fun feeling. Not one bit. It’s painful and sickening and… and..” Digging his nailed into his wrist he gritted his teeth. “It does more than just hurt them! It’s much worse than that! It’s too damaging, it’s awful so why?! Why would they want to do that to anyone?!” He halted in his words realizing he began yelling at the other, demanding answers that might not be known.

Letting out a shaken breath he toke a step back. “I-… I’m sorry….” There he goes again making mistakes. “In the end…. it was best I ended up like this. I didn’t deserve to be there. I never did.”

An angel couldn't hurt anyone because of his past traumas while being a human. Why did he remember his human emotions? They were meant to disappear once he was given ecstasy. This boy was interesting.

"Humans were given so many gifts by God yet they turn their backs on him and pray to other God's. They deserve to be punished for their crimes."

“I am making the right choice, and you want to know about my family?” he asked, laughing bitterly. “I had a clan, a family, my mom and my dad, my older brother,  when I was 8 years old I come home to find every single fucking member of my clan and my family slaughtered.

 My mom and dad were laying dead and butchered on top of one another, my older brother stood over them with his sword, he had killed them all, over 500 hundred clam members including our parents, ….then..then he put me in a genjutsu and made me watch him in the act over 50 thousand times” he replied, tears now falling.

“I killed him, a year ago I killed him just to find out that..that he was ordered by the damn elders in the village and by Danzo, he begged them to spare me, he had to kill them, he was in anbu, he sacrificed everything for me! and I killed him! ALL FOR THE FUCKING VILLAGE!! he screamed.

He looked up at him, “want to help me? help me watch the place burn”

Ah, what a tragic story. Humans always seemed to drag each other down to bring themselves higher up in the world.

Seeing his tears made Michael reach up and wipe them away from his cheek. "You want me, an angel, to help you kill people?" It would prove to be entertaining so why not accept his little offer? "I accept."

“You can be in my territory while under my watch. I know you won’t do anything stupid while I’m with you.” He turned away with him. “Come on we can talk at this cafe. They have private booths.”

They’ll need to come up with something they can both agree on, Michael has a few ideas that he could throw at Asmodeus.

Walking into the human cafe had been rather odd. He was no longer wearing his kingly garb, but had glamored himself into an expensive-looking human suit. He looked like one of them and felt that way too. It was almost demeaning. But what was worse was sitting across from Michael in a private booth, constantly stirring his tea to avoid looking up at him. “The faster we can reach an agreement, the faster we can return home.”

Knowing that the other was annoyed by being in his presence and in a human cafe made Michael want to drag this out. It would be fun to watch him and see the expressions he made. But Asmodeus was staring away from him, he should somehow draw his attention to him.

“If I were to lend you my wings, I would end up smelling like you." The other angels would know he was with someone like her.