#stratcall

[ - @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

-@fromthe-very-beginning

“..?”

Michael looks up from his planner, he could hear the skating noise all the way from his makeshift office

“Oh for fucks sake… what now? Who could possibly think skating in here is a good idea?!”

He gets up and walks out to the main hall of the archive room, muttering things under his breath that many would consider carnal sins

[He only wished Michael was there. No, Not just there. He wished Michael was right beside him. Once he arrived to the door of Michael's office, He knew for certain he was there. That barrier blocking his way could only have been made by Michael.]

"Michael, I know you can hear me. We need to talk."

[He knew Michael couldn't actually hear him, Yet he wanted to believe he can. His voice sounded harsh, Like he didn't know how to be gentle anymore. He knocked on the barrier with force as he spoke. He had no patience to give, But he had to try.]

( @patience-comes-at-a-cost )

“…”

No response came from the other end, the barrier didn’t budge, sparks began to fly off of it, sparks… that could ignite a fire… something was very wrong with Michael… that much was obvious to you… if the eerie silence and dimmed lights didn’t already provide enough proof to begin with…

“…No… more…”

The eldest of the Archangels’s voice could be heard, but it was soft, muffled, distant… was he planning something..? Why did he sound so… broken..? When was the last time Michael ever spoke in such a tone..?