#calledupon

Suddenly, a large white orb of light appeared near Micheal, surface shimmering with blues and greens before abruptly clearing with a faint wooshing sound, leaving a winged humanoid in its wake. Short black hair, two wings settled on the upper shoulders, feathers white with black banding similar to a snowy owls, alongside oddly proportioned limbs and the long, wispily feathered tail swishing about marked them as different from any of the known archangels.

Pushing himself upright using his wings, arms wrapped tight around a pearl the size of a baseball, Connie peered around with just two blue eyes, trying to discern where he'd managed to teleported too-

“Huh..? Where in the fuck did you come from? No wait… how in the fuck did you get here..?!”

Michael immediately stands up from his chair, confused and a little apprehensive upon seeing the stranger in his office, the eldest of the Archangels wasn’t sure how to properly approach this situation, at least not yet

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

[I haven’t done shit with Vex in a while so I decided to curse him with having to deal with absurd heat from summer]

“Wha- Vex?! Holy shit-“

Michael immediately got up and rushed to his friend’s aid, he knew exactly what overheating looked like, and by God if this wasn’t a definite example of such a thing

[ - @mourning-starlight ]

“…Hm..?”

Michael got up from his bed and walked over to the door, his attire hadn’t changed, he still dawned the toga from ages past, his signature hood not on, anyone could see his true visage, but he didn’t care, yawning softly, the eldest of the Archangels opened the door

*Her green cloak was the only thing that made her feel a little bit warmer, it looked so similar to him.. and, from the distance, you really couldn't tell if he wasn't.*

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

“..?!”

Michael stops in his tracks, what was originally a casual stroll through the stronghold that was the Lust layer has now turned into him thinking that he’d gone insane, wasn’t that? No, it couldn’t be!

“P-Phanuel..?! No… it’s too small… but that cloak… snap out of it Michael!”

After smacking himself in the face, he shook his head and carefully walked over to the little Power, the closer he got, the more his heart broke, yes, she looked almost identical to Phanuel… but that wasn’t what was important to him right now, she was injured, exhaling, the eldest of the Archangels kneeled down beside the poor thing, using his massive cloak to shield her from the rain

“Michael! How are you?”

[ - @helios-pleonexia ]

“Hm..? Oh fuck- King Sisyphus! I didn’t see you there! Apologies…”

Michael seemed to immediately jump upon hearing your voice, almost like he was heavily focused on something, the sol behind him flickering slightly while also emitting flammable sparks

( @angelofamber )

“One second…”

Michael’s voice calls out from the other side as you hear what can only be assumed as a heavy pile of books being set down before the eldest of the Archangels opens his office door

(Vex has snuck back into the archives to see Michael)

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

“…Vex..? Is that you..?”

Michael had seemingly just recently woken up from sleeping for 12 hours straight, his usual cloak not on, instead he was wearing a toga, it looked like old clothing from eons past but still in pristine condition

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

[you’re awesome]

“…He’s always been here…”

Michael looks up from his desk, his voice showing just how depressed he was along with the sol behind him being very dim