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Michael was being trashed by Lucifer, his wings and body feeling the brunt of the archangel’s wrath, his little brother’s wrath towards their Father. He simply curled into a ball, not really caring anymore. At first, he had fought Lucifer, but then realized he was not only in Lucifer’s domain but that something had gone wrong with the Plan, why did Father not rescue him? He was a good son. This seemingly abandonment from his Father was the straw that broke Michael’s will; he stopped fighting.

  The days, became weeks, became years, became decades, in the Cage. The Cage itself went by faster than the Pit, and it faster than the mortal realm. For one year top side, it was forty in the pit, and one hundred in the Cage. The long slog of simply being decimated body, mind and Grace.

  Then it came, he wasn’t sure what happened. Still wasn’t sure who, orchestrated it. If anyone. It was a surprising event to all in the cage.

  One moment he was in the Cage, the next he found himself thrashing and falling off a motel bed. Alone and in a replica of Dean’s body. His true vessel. Adam’s soul, he sensed had been released to Heaven.

  He sat there, on the ground, trembling as all those years caught up and all those injuries in the Cage, once able to ignore, now coming back to full force.

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Ivy had realized few days before that something is being off. No particular signs, yet she could sense, how the storm is coming. Not the usual summer rain. Not only the lightnings and thunders. More than that. Source of evil, wicked force.

Tyrael’s mission to this particular Earth had been completed. The demon lord’s plot had been diverted, and he was ready to make his way home.

Currently in his human guise, the Archangel prepared to make the transition to his true form, so that he could have the power he needed to transition to another world. He would have, if something hadn’t gone horribly wrong.

The Archangel turned to the sky, and saw, impossibly, the sky burning with stars falling. No, not stars. Angels. Tyrael blinked at the impossibility of it all, wondering if there had been some kind of mass rebellion, when he heard the call for help. One of his own was in danger, another impossibility, since there were no other angels of  the High Heavens here….unless…

With that thought, Tyrael took off, not bothering to change

into his true form, seeking out the cry he’d heard in his thoughts.

Finally, he found him, bleeding, unconscious, but alive. Tyrael knelt down, and proceeded to focus his power through his palms, knitting the fallen angel back together right down to the cellular level.

"Come on, Balthazar. Wake up." He whispered.

He felt an angel, approach and touch him, sending healing energy to him. He wanted to send a appreciative note back, but he found he was sore and in pain. Balthazar groaned in massive pain as he woke up, turning over to his side to throw up. Something he wasn't used to. Something was wrong. He whimpered at the loss of his wings. His wings. A very part of his fabric. He felt his internal wounds be knitted but those of his wings, sent a sickness to his system, felt unbalanced.

The Rules: 

Rule 1: Always post the rules  Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones  Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post  Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them

Tagged: basestsentimentality, i-fucking-hate-that-one, iamjusticeitself, jackfrostthespiritofwinter, winner-of-the-county-fair, toliveasabeast, beastmaster-hiccup, just-another-doctor, missmodernrapunzel, friendshipstates, rapunzel-the-lost-princess

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1. Favorite Disney Princess and Why?

Merida, because she's badass and doesn't have a love interest. Also, Scotland.

2. Best food you’ve ever had and where?

Potato and leek soup, whenever my mum makes it.

3. Personal view on tattoos?

They look cool on other people, but if I ever got one it'd be a white ink tattoo

4. If you could explore a religion which would it be and why?

Reconstructionist Neopaganism because I think it's pretty cool.

5. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Archaeologist until 6 yrs, Astronaut from 6 until present.

6. Do you enjoy instrumental music?

YES.

7. Do you collect things? If so, what?

I collect coins and crazy socks.

8. What person from history would you like as a teacher?

Isaac Newton

9. What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

Drink sencha green tea lattes and attempt to read that book I should have finished last year.

10. If you could stay on one Disney World Resort hotel for free for a month which would it be?

Port Orleans resort, riverside

11. Would you trade your life for a new one if you had the chance?

I don't think so, maybe if I could still be me with my personality and interests, but you know, a life where I don't have to fucking worry about being more than $20,000 in debt after these four years, adding another couple ten thousand (or more) after grad school. That kinda life.

Other than that, I like being me. Except the crohn's disease and anxiety disorders I would switch for a life just like mine, but without those.

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My Questions!!!

1. Favorite book

2. You now have the ability to transform into an animal at will. Which animal is your choice?

3. Zombie invasion, who is on your team? Real team and/or fictional team.

4. Why is a raven like writing desk?

5. That song that just makes you feel all the feels.

6. You live in a comic book, are you a super villain or a super hero?

7. Aliens vs Robots, who wins?

8. Favorite word?

9. Let's go back to number 6, what is your super hero/villain name?

10. Dream career?