Jul 17
"Micheal!!! Get out of the kitchen!!!"
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"Micheal!!! Get out of the kitchen!!!"
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βI donβt sleep once you leave.β They had an agreement, one Michael never gave up. His magic, even with the fall, was still tied to that shadow with their deal. Not a real deal, no ties or magic for that, but one made between two people who couldnβt sleep. They never decided when to end that and knowing Alastor will never wake him if something happens, Michael wonβt end it on his own. His magic keeps watch, paired with the shadow, and if something happens heβs woken up. Alastor left, and that was enough for Michael to feel something was wrong. Whether or not the demon realizes itβs because of the magic or simply because Michael canβt sleep alone (both are true), the outcome will still be the same. He wonβt lay in that bed without the other. Which was what dragged the angel downstairs at a to early hour searching for the other. He wasnβt hard to find, the kitchen seemed to be like another home to home. A comfort. His nail wrapped itself around the otherβs hand and Michael leaned closer, closing more of the distance between them. He did miss laying beside him, but Michael always did the moment they were alone. He wanted to cling to him, wanted to carry him back upstairs. He could achieve that too, heβd just have to fly because of Alastorβs height. βAre you okay? I sawβ¦β he lowered his voice and pressed his lips together, worried about saying this in public. βThe box of stitching, is it empty? Do you need my help again?β Michael did not like carving Alastor open. But would he do it? He would do anything the demon asked of him. βI love you. No matter what you need of me, you only ever have to ask.β UNPROMPTED ASKS.
Right - sometimes Alastor forgot just how long that initial Deal had been kept between them. He slept much more easily now, whenever Michael was around. And thankfully, it had not caused any vehement outcry from Lilith except on a rare occasion when he got mouthy. As he was prone to do.
On this particular morning, he'd spent at least a few minutes in the bathroom... lamenting his shortage of supplies. A few slightly older scars had re-opened from where he'd addressed them - just by nature of not being careful enough and flexing his flesh much more than it liked to so soon after obtaining another smattering of scars. But with the shortage of thread, he'd not been able to do much for them besides wrap them, for now.
Evidently, his frustration had been noticed, Michael's concern-laced tone telling him as much.
With a small sigh, Alastor scooted himself so that he was positioned in front of where the other sat. Equal in height now with the help of the counter. More or less.
"I am okay," he reassured, offering a little sincere smile that was reserved only for the other. Going so far as to lean to nuzzle his nose gently up against Michael's cheek.
His ears remained open, however, for voyeurs.
"I am just short on supplies. I have no wounds that are... especially pressing right now. I promise." Nothing he could not handle, his words said.
"Besides," Alastor added in a small chuckle against his skin. "I do not think the other residents would appreciate you getting your hands dirty in that way while in the kitchen."
"Is that so? I suppose I'll make sure you understand the same as His Majesty does - you could kill me. I'm sure of it. Angelic steel does destroy the demonic soul, or something like that. But, doing so will not look good to our dear Charlie. Just something to keep in mind~" Alastor chortled at his threat, his tone all too condescending and arrogant. The Overlord moved to stand a few feet from him, his hands folded behind his back. Amusement danced in his crimson gaze and the smile he wore was wide. Pulled across his features to give him the look of how pleased he was with himself. He was confident that an archangel could no doubt end his life in a flash. Just as he didn't truly doubt that Lucifer couldn't kill him without a second thought. Except that he couldn't. And all of that was because of Alastor's connection and trust in Charlie. She was his trump card. The one thing that kept these powerful beings from coming for him whenever he showed off his confidence. His arrogance. And total disregard for how he was supposed to be regarding Lucifer and maybe those from Heaven. Did he care? Not at all. He couldn't care less. Lucifer was nothing but an obstacle for him between his goals and getting closer to Charlie. And this angel here - was just an extension of Charlie's little redemption bit with Heaven. Something he still wasn't completely sold on. And not even the slightest bit interested in for himself. "Indeed, you are correct! I have absolutely no intention of ever being or seeking redemption. In fact you could say my interest here are of my own kind. However, be that as it may, I have been more than happy to offer my assistance to Charlie." He was not going to elaborate on what he meant by that. His plans were not for anyone else to know. "I take it things must be going well with her program, if Heaven thought to send an archangel here. Especially after what happened to the last one. That is impressive." @truearchangel continued x
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The sound of many bug legs can be heard skittering within the ventsβ
He does not know the camera head. He just hopes theyβre more rational than the TV head. Heβs going to test this by sticking a sticker to the side of their head.
Cue confused camera sounds. Who is this person, and what are they sticking to him? He can't see it due to it being on the side of his head... Also wait, is that an Angel?
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@theunknownmasks Sir you are the, fuck what do they call it, embodiment or chosen God? LMFAO MY EGYPTOLOGY IS FAILING ME RIGHT THIS SECOND. MAN JUST EARN YOUR WINGS GO TAP AN ANGEL--
"I know of your religion, but we do not have angels. I serve many Gods. Not one God."
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"Time to cast your bets, folks! Does incompetence simply run in the family, or is our 'king' simply a cut below the rest of his heavenly brethren? Perhaps that's where his knees went~?"