Archangel Michael

Vox looks at him with sudden surprise when he hears the voice in his head. Was that the reason for the mood shift? But why would it matter to Michael if they actually did that to him?

𖤓 Michael hadn't meant to scare Vox by doing that, maybe he should've warned him that he was going to do that. But the walls had ears, as was the saying. He didn't want them to know he was up to tricking them since he figured they would do something offensive to the food.

" Yes I am sure of it. If you enjoy the pork then lets get that, I'll trust your word on the best food here. " The archangel nodded. While pork wasn't his go to for meat , he didn't hate it either.

" You are my spouse for three days and I intend to act as much and fulfill that to the best of my ability. " He explained. Eyes lighting up again to speak to him through his head once more.

𖤓 " Right sorry. I guess I got a little distracted. I should be more attentive since you are being kind enough to explain. " He didn't meant to. But it was nice to see someone laugh that was relaxed. " Right. " Michael straightened his posture more, as if it wasn't already perfectly upright. " Yes lets continue ... or move on. I think I understand why they stretch so much. "

….this cannot possibly be appropriate usage of allotted arts and crafts time.

That was until Michael stepped out of the car after him. The glares still stuck, but the words were left unsaid. Vox was expecting for his food to get spat in.

"Welcome to Dante's Inferno. Pride's fanciest restaurant this side of the Pentagram..." he states, looking at Michael with a casual smile. Looking back at the host, he cam practically feel the distaste coming from him. "A table for two, please." "....Right away, sir." That must have been painful to day.

𖤓 Michael got into the car and looked around it. Yes this seemed familiar too. While he never really rode around in them since he could fly and teleport, he had been in a vehicle before. This was one of those nicer ones he saw sometimes. Although it was very dark and not like the ones in Heaven, of course.

The glares didn't bother Michael but he made sure to make eye contact with every single person staring at Vox. Perhaps to make a point, or a threat to theam without a word.

𖤓 Following Vox's lead he sat down at the table they were lead to in a private area. It didn't matter, nobody would be stupid enough to bother them surely.

" I'll get whatever you're getting, down to the exact same... item. " Michael stated with a nod. He could practically taste the ill intent in the air. Older than time itself he wasn't a fool to when someone was plotting something foul. His eyes glowed intensely, as if trying to communicate the message he wanted to send without saying it.

𖤓 " Thanks. I make balloon animals for the winner children sometimes, it usually makes them smile. " Michael mused. While he didn't spend a whole lot of time with winners, he did when he was around Emily. That wasn't something he hated doing after all. Even he could smile and be soft when he felt comfortable enough to do so. When did he feel that way around a sinner?

[📺] He takes the handkerchief with a thank you, not really using it though. He almost didn't want to soil something that belonged to Michael. "You just said something that I didn't expect to hear from you, I guess. You really don't know any of this stuff?" He tilts his head with a raised brow at him.

𖤓 The good thing about being an archangel, one meant for creation as well, was that he could just make condoms appear at will. " I don't know anything about that kind of stuff but I do know this. " Michael mentioned, starting to blow them up, tie them, bend them into shapes until finally he had a balloon animal shark made out of condoms. Even using his magic to draw two eyes on it.

Now having an actual relationship with a sinner? Yea, this wasn't actually real. Just some confines of weird magic. The three days would be up and Michael would go back to ignoring him just like everybody else. He should enjoy the company while it lasts.

𖤓 " That's nice of you to say. " Not that he thought he could be corrupted at all ever. Michael followed the rules he was given. Never stepping out of line to warrant any kind of scolding. Despite taking a lot of it for Lucifer and not being able to get his brother to listen to him- he carried that guilt with him. Did he call him honey?

" Alright. There are cars and restaurants up there too.. " So this wasn't all too strange to him. It was a shame he probably couldn't show him for quite a long time. Heaven was still recovering from the attack and things were still being made right.

" Why would a so called ' condom ' need to fit over someone's forearm without breaking if a person isn't supposed to put the balls in it too? "

Excuse him he is trying to be educated through books and educational videos.

Going well, debatable but it's going, Michael looked expectantly at Vox who had made the mistake of electing to help him understand things .

[📺] Vox was mid-sip of coffee when Michael blurted that out. This caused him to choke and sputter on the liquid, coughing as he turns away for a moment. "Oh..fuck.." He grabs a napkin and wipes at his screen.

"You...You don't need to put the balls in. The shaft and head are...Look, it's that stretchable so that it can be a sort of 'one size fits all' kind of thing. Men come in different shapes and sizes. Especially in Hell...Sin apparently fucks you up even more. Don't get me started on some of the condom brands down here."

𖤓 " Oh... I see.. " Or rather he didnt, he never had actually. But that explained a lot. Winners were much the same in that their bodies were different from a mortals, some larger some smaller. To him, the same rules applied then right. " I bet you could make a balloon animal with those then. And to be honest I am surprised Hell has condoms at all. "

𖤓 " Good question. I've never been on a date before... but since we are technically newly married, how about somewhere nice? " What did Hell consider nice? He knew what Heaven considered nice, he ate luxury every single day.

Wrath boils off of him in waves. A sea of violence held at bay. Somewhere in the bowels of hell, Satan is feasting on the endless well of his sin.

Forcing his mandible back into place with a harsh shove.

"If you were anyone else..." He begins. Then stops. Licking his lips. No point in threats. Not against an archangel. At least not this one.

𖤓 " If i were...? " Michael mimicked it back to him. He was not the archangel to threaten.

He could sense that anger from where he was standing- it was coming in waves. But it didn't bother him. An archangel would not be moved by such a display.

"Fuck off you damn angelic prick, how's that?

𖤓 " Oh calm down. We do. But in order for needless lust to be real it needs to be.. .real. They aren't pretending.... " He'd never heard of someone actually pretending before.