Michael

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ “What’s that? How kinky. Are you desperate to partake in a Pureblood’s blood too, despite being an angel~?”

Such a small dainty mirror and its sole purpose is to show the reflection of its owner. He has never been fond of mirrors, considering the constant reminder of his curse body that can never age. One slip to the ground and it would shatter into pieces. Then it would be sweep away into nothingness. The art ponders on it briefly, but decides not to. Something about it is odd.. As if it is calling out to him.  Humpty Dumpty warily grasps the handle and holds it up to his pretty face. It is not him that he sees, but of another. A man that is similar to him in facial features, however, his hair is white and both his eyes are red (unlike his). He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and taps on the glass to see if it is a trick of some sorts.  

What sort of mirror was this? The man or woman on the side looked just as confused as himself. It seems they both didn't expect the mirror to show another person in the reflection. "I wonder who made this mirror." Michael lifted the mirror up, taking the almost elegant features of the other in. Who were they?

The only thing he could think of where this came from was the world where the gods used to reside. The angels who were searching for valuables must have found it and locked it with heaven's treasures. 

No nickname this time, it seems. “Surprised that I showed up? I’m planning on staying for a while. If you don’t mind me being around.” 

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“ Vile things stick together? “ she almost scoffed at his words as she shook her head, did he know nothing? she thought before taking a couple steps forward herself as she looked at him with a cocked head her tone growing sharper as she spoke. “ you do realize I am only a -half- breed right? and there for we are hunted, killed or tortured by all sides right? “ The hanyou quickly spoke as she crossed her arms trying to come off as more angry to hide the desire to cry from the angels words. “Did you angels ever stop to maybe think that maybe we didn’t -want- to be born this way? to be born half monsters, did you ever stop to think that maybe -some- of us wish we could be one or the other every day practically -begging- the gods for mercy from the pain, and judgement, that we suffer because of our parents choices?. No. from where I am standing for nearly 100 years now I can count on one hand just how many of -your- kind that didn’t judge us as vile creatures upon meeting them,”

Despite her best efforts the tears streamed down her cheeks as her frustration started to turn into anger, and with that, the air around them  seemed to become more and more chilled as her crystal started to naturally respond to her emotions, causing Alina to grip the pendant housing her crystal through the layers desperatly trying to calm it down without being noticed as her voice faded out in emotion while speaking. “ We never asked to be born, let alone be born half breeds, we- we never asked for this treatment from birth to our graves… we - never asked for it…”

He hit a nerve, he could tell in the sudden shift of the air and the way she stared at him. "So you're unwanted by both parties? I can see why. Someone who can't keep their emotions in check is not worth keeping." The word 'Gods', he wanted to roll his eyes and teach her a lesson from even saying that to him. There was only one true God.

"If you didn't want to be born that way, why not end the suffering and go die? The world would be better if the half-breeds were to die." Michael didn't have the need to hold back his words. She was pissing him off by speaking to him so casually. Most angels thought of themselves as higher beings and looked down at the other creatures.

Her speed slowed as he hopped down and she lowered her hand the second he was on the floor of the roof with her. Honestly she wanted to just sink down onto the floor and just try and get her racing heart to calm down. Her form admittedly had started to grow a little wobbly as she was an anxious mess over this entire situation.  “I suppose it is possible.” She exhaled and placed her hand over her heart. He was down. She was relieved. Of course if she wasn’t careful he could very well climb back over the ledge again and she didn’t intend on leaving him alone until she was certain he was alright. Dez really tried to to express how much of a bleeding heart she was, but when dramatic situations like this happened she couldn’t help but lay it out on the line. “But my concern right now is with you.. Not others.” She didn’t like the way he looked back towards the ledge. It was just as she thought, he could still jump. “Is it not? You cannot.. You cannot feel this any longer if you jump.. The warm air.. The sun shining down.. All of it would cease to be for you..”  What should she do? What should she say? What would the right answer be to just talk him down? 

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with others. What if I turned out to be a bad person? Wouldn’t it be better if I just died?” 

--------------------------------- The one who resembles God ---------------------------------

         Independent Archangel Michael from Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist

                      Non-selective || Multiship || OC / Crossover friendly

He wasn’t wrong. Most people were so engrossed in their lives that they didn’t look around and take in the world around them. There was so much beauty, light, and darkness in the world around them that were more often than not ignored by others.  The second he wobbled her hand shot out instinctively as she made her way closer. “Please! Be careful!” Adrenaline was shooting through her hand her pupils were dilated from fear. “I want to help you because I looked up. This seems as if it is a dark moment for you and I do not want you to be alone!”  Her body was shaking as she tried to get close enough. She wasn’t very strong but that didn’t mean she would’t try to pull him away from the ledge if she had to by force. She didn’t want him to be alone. She didn’t want him to suffer. “If you need someone to talk to.. Let me be there. I will listen..” 

He was excited, the way she was acting made this worth every second. As her hand shot out, he stepped forward and jumped down from the ledge onto the floor of the roof. "You're nice. A bit too nice, someone can take advantage of that."

The world would take the kind people and throw hardships at them, ripping the kindness from their hearts and make them bitter. Michael always saw it. He may be the one to blame as well,  he was the one who ordered the other angels around and didn't make changes.

"The breeze, it feels nice." He turned away from her and looked at the edge, wondering if he should jump then show her his wings. It would be the surprise of a lifetime.