AU Ficlet - inspired from brings_to_light evil brainchild
Title: Auction Block
Rating: R
AU: Enslaved
Author's Note: I'm going to hell. I know, hush. But the idea intrigued me and I just couldn't leave it alone. To wit: this is an alternate version of Michael the Archangel in the Enslaved verse, which is originally found here. This version of Michael is in no way associated with my other portrayal of Michael; the icons for each are different PB's to make lives easier. So, I'm just trying this out to see how it works, and mostly because I admit to being masochistically curious as to the "darker" side of Heaven's Divine.
It'd been a good long time since he'd seen this specimen come through the locks. The aged auction master sighed, recalling with surprising clarity the last time this black winged bastard had ripped through his stage. He'd been a young man then, ripe in his work and priding himself on keeping up good and fair trades.
But a group of them damnable gypsies had turned up with a rare find indeed, chained and gagged in a warded cage. Angel had been so damned drugged they'd had to haul him out by hand, but by the Christs when that bloody sod had regained his wits, there'd literally been Hell to pay. Four of them crazy gypsies had been killed in the rout, five of the auction master's own boys, and three onlookers had bit it before they got that wild ass angelus tanked again.
Looking at the angel now, the auction master tensed out of pure habit, but there was none of that insane temperament visible this time. No, the icy blue eyes that stared from that ageless face were outwardly sane, thank the good Lord, and nary a muscle rippled across the angel's bare chest. But the auction master's keen eye noted the network of scars and imperfections that marked the angelus' otherwise perfect skin; seems this boy'd been through some wars.
And the wings! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, but a span such as this he'd likely never to see again. Rich, black and full, they spread a good fifteen yards across at the shoulder. Upon closer inspection, the auction master saw that the lower two, just above the dip in the spine, were charred and tattered, a "war-wound" which he knew from experience with the breed that must have hurt like almighty hell. Nevertheless, four wings were damned sure better than none, so he was going to have to start the bidding higher than usual, especially given the caveats and "special instructions" the old man had left in his will concerning this creature.
When he turned from his visual inspection, stepping back around in front of the shackled menace, the auction master glanced up and blanched. That goddamned stare. Shivered the skin, it did. No wonder the bloody book of instructions which arrived along with this particular one. Because the auction master had the uneasy feeling that no one, no living, breathing being could hold that stare for long...and keep their lunch. It just...bored a damned hole right into one's skull.
The auction master turned away with a barely repressed shudder and limped his way to his stool and equipment, but he could feel those damned eerie eyes following his every move. Even when his boys brought the bound specimen to center stage and he heard the crowd stirring in wicked anticipation, the auction master still couldn't shake those jitters; the hairs on the back of his neck didn't even think to lie down again until the handlers turned the angelus around, facing him forward to, thank you Jesus and Host, stare out over the now-buzzing crowd.
Taking a gulp of his cold coffee, the auction master cleared his throat, rapped on the podium with his gavel and spoke into the microphone.
"All righty, folks! Last but definitely not least, for our final specimen we have the angelus Mikhel..." and he was off on his pitch. "Let's start the bidding at five hundred thousand! Go!" And once more the gavel smacked wood in the crowded auctioning hall.
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Owners guide to the Angelus "Mikhel":
Under Construction
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Mikhel does not speak verbally. He will only communicate via telepathy if the other individual is wearing his bonding ring. Parties may request the ring from the auctioneer for a brief interview if they so wish, but make sure your puppet is wearing it or he will not answer with words. However, he can hear and sometimes respond to other angels and divinities, but demons will be attacked on sight.
☥
His previous master, Thomas Danville, used Mikhel's power and talents to secure his financial empire for the last eight decades, hence Mikhel has become a very skilled successful assassin. He follows orders to the letter, and has the odd compulsion to keep his eyes on his master as long as the master wears the ring. Once it is removed, his attention diverts elsewhere.
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Mentally unstable. He has no memory of previous "incarnation" as God's Divine Prince. Bound by high demon lords and left chained for many years, he was discovered raving mad by gypsies, who then tortured him further until all sanity was lost. They finally brought him to the auction house, and there he was purchased after leveling most of the building. He has served that same master for the last eighty years.
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Sigils on the binding ring control Mikhel's power. His default abilities mainly consist of flight - his wings also have the ability to fade to render his appearance more human; telepathy, through the ring, although to other angels he can communicate, although it's a strain; his touch is cold, glass tends to frost over. The ring also bears a "restriction release"; if the sigil is activated, it provides Mikhel with a flood of divine power, to be directed at his master's discretion. Another sigil is used for punishment. When activated, it sends the torments of the damned coursing through the angel's bloodstream, literally burning him from the inside out.
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Mikhel has an affinity for sweets, peppermints in particular. Most angelii prefer sugary treats, ranging from cake to ice cream to candy. He also enjoys any sort of warm sweet drink, such as hot chocolate, cocoa, or hot fudge. Sweetly favored coffee - heavy on sugar and cream - is also a favorite.
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Be warned: whatever property the current master owns automatically comes beneath the angelus' watchful eye. He is programmed by the Ring to protect and defend his master's residence and any others the master has deemed noteworthy. Any intruders entering the property without invitation are in danger of the angelus' wrath. Demons he will also attack and more often than not destroy on sight, another order bound into the Ring. Whether they possess a host or exist in the spiritual plane, should one be detected, Divine Judgment is unleashed.
More to come as I get it shipshape! It will look much prettier the more I work on it, so, please bear with. ♥
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Activity Listing
Entries:
[-standing in chains, staring over crowd-]
A meeting of brethren
[-perches, black feathers on the floor-]
I hear your command, master.
[-methodically cleaning his wings of blood-]
[-listening to music, over and over-]
[-asleep, trying not to dream again-]
[Back on the auction block. Again.]
[-alone in shadow, covered in blood-]
[Standing in the rain, wings outstretched.]
[Watching them die, one by one]
[Standing before the cathedral, looking up.]
[-perched on the second floor balcony-]
[on the frosted window:] lama sabachthani
[ -perched in Hannibal's front yard, waiting- ]
[ -unable to stop the whispering voices- ]
[ -standing outside again, watching it snow- ]
[-perched atop a downtown building, watching-]
[-silently watching the clouds go by-]
Threads:
Watching {werewolf_hacker}
Observing {guriel}
Belonging {werewolf_hacker}
Judgment {werewolf_hacker}
Removing {hes_onthe_jazz}
Perching {hes_onthe_jazz}
Visiting {dateless_doc}
Patrolling {ibringtidings}
Perusing {glamour_n_guns}
Bonding? {miracleairlines}
Rating: R
AU: Enslaved
Author's Note: I'm going to hell. I know, hush. But the idea intrigued me and I just couldn't leave it alone. To wit: this is an alternate version of Michael the Archangel in the Enslaved verse, which is originally found here. This version of Michael is in no way associated with my other portrayal of Michael; the icons for each are different PB's to make lives easier. So, I'm just trying this out to see how it works, and mostly because I admit to being masochistically curious as to the "darker" side of Heaven's Divine.
It'd been a good long time since he'd seen this specimen come through the locks. The aged auction master sighed, recalling with surprising clarity the last time this black winged bastard had ripped through his stage. He'd been a young man then, ripe in his work and priding himself on keeping up good and fair trades.
But a group of them damnable gypsies had turned up with a rare find indeed, chained and gagged in a warded cage. Angel had been so damned drugged they'd had to haul him out by hand, but by the Christs when that bloody sod had regained his wits, there'd literally been Hell to pay. Four of them crazy gypsies had been killed in the rout, five of the auction master's own boys, and three onlookers had bit it before they got that wild ass angelus tanked again.
Looking at the angel now, the auction master tensed out of pure habit, but there was none of that insane temperament visible this time. No, the icy blue eyes that stared from that ageless face were outwardly sane, thank the good Lord, and nary a muscle rippled across the angel's bare chest. But the auction master's keen eye noted the network of scars and imperfections that marked the angelus' otherwise perfect skin; seems this boy'd been through some wars.
And the wings! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, but a span such as this he'd likely never to see again. Rich, black and full, they spread a good fifteen yards across at the shoulder. Upon closer inspection, the auction master saw that the lower two, just above the dip in the spine, were charred and tattered, a "war-wound" which he knew from experience with the breed that must have hurt like almighty hell. Nevertheless, four wings were damned sure better than none, so he was going to have to start the bidding higher than usual, especially given the caveats and "special instructions" the old man had left in his will concerning this creature.
When he turned from his visual inspection, stepping back around in front of the shackled menace, the auction master glanced up and blanched. That goddamned stare. Shivered the skin, it did. No wonder the bloody book of instructions which arrived along with this particular one. Because the auction master had the uneasy feeling that no one, no living, breathing being could hold that stare for long...and keep their lunch. It just...bored a damned hole right into one's skull.
The auction master turned away with a barely repressed shudder and limped his way to his stool and equipment, but he could feel those damned eerie eyes following his every move. Even when his boys brought the bound specimen to center stage and he heard the crowd stirring in wicked anticipation, the auction master still couldn't shake those jitters; the hairs on the back of his neck didn't even think to lie down again until the handlers turned the angelus around, facing him forward to, thank you Jesus and Host, stare out over the now-buzzing crowd.
Taking a gulp of his cold coffee, the auction master cleared his throat, rapped on the podium with his gavel and spoke into the microphone.
"All righty, folks! Last but definitely not least, for our final specimen we have the angelus Mikhel..." and he was off on his pitch. "Let's start the bidding at five hundred thousand! Go!" And once more the gavel smacked wood in the crowded auctioning hall.
_____________________________________________________________
Owners guide to the Angelus "Mikhel":
Under Construction
☥
Mikhel does not speak verbally. He will only communicate via telepathy if the other individual is wearing his bonding ring. Parties may request the ring from the auctioneer for a brief interview if they so wish, but make sure your puppet is wearing it or he will not answer with words. However, he can hear and sometimes respond to other angels and divinities, but demons will be attacked on sight.
☥
His previous master, Thomas Danville, used Mikhel's power and talents to secure his financial empire for the last eight decades, hence Mikhel has become a very skilled successful assassin. He follows orders to the letter, and has the odd compulsion to keep his eyes on his master as long as the master wears the ring. Once it is removed, his attention diverts elsewhere.
☥
Mentally unstable. He has no memory of previous "incarnation" as God's Divine Prince. Bound by high demon lords and left chained for many years, he was discovered raving mad by gypsies, who then tortured him further until all sanity was lost. They finally brought him to the auction house, and there he was purchased after leveling most of the building. He has served that same master for the last eighty years.
☥
Sigils on the binding ring control Mikhel's power. His default abilities mainly consist of flight - his wings also have the ability to fade to render his appearance more human; telepathy, through the ring, although to other angels he can communicate, although it's a strain; his touch is cold, glass tends to frost over. The ring also bears a "restriction release"; if the sigil is activated, it provides Mikhel with a flood of divine power, to be directed at his master's discretion. Another sigil is used for punishment. When activated, it sends the torments of the damned coursing through the angel's bloodstream, literally burning him from the inside out.
☥
Mikhel has an affinity for sweets, peppermints in particular. Most angelii prefer sugary treats, ranging from cake to ice cream to candy. He also enjoys any sort of warm sweet drink, such as hot chocolate, cocoa, or hot fudge. Sweetly favored coffee - heavy on sugar and cream - is also a favorite.
☥
Be warned: whatever property the current master owns automatically comes beneath the angelus' watchful eye. He is programmed by the Ring to protect and defend his master's residence and any others the master has deemed noteworthy. Any intruders entering the property without invitation are in danger of the angelus' wrath. Demons he will also attack and more often than not destroy on sight, another order bound into the Ring. Whether they possess a host or exist in the spiritual plane, should one be detected, Divine Judgment is unleashed.
More to come as I get it shipshape! It will look much prettier the more I work on it, so, please bear with. ♥
_____________________________________________________________
Activity Listing
Entries:
[-standing in chains, staring over crowd-]
A meeting of brethren
[-perches, black feathers on the floor-]
I hear your command, master.
[-methodically cleaning his wings of blood-]
[-listening to music, over and over-]
[-asleep, trying not to dream again-]
[Back on the auction block. Again.]
[-alone in shadow, covered in blood-]
[Standing in the rain, wings outstretched.]
[Watching them die, one by one]
[Standing before the cathedral, looking up.]
[-perched on the second floor balcony-]
[on the frosted window:] lama sabachthani
[ -perched in Hannibal's front yard, waiting- ]
[ -unable to stop the whispering voices- ]
[ -standing outside again, watching it snow- ]
[-perched atop a downtown building, watching-]
[-silently watching the clouds go by-]
Threads:
Watching {werewolf_hacker}
Observing {guriel}
Belonging {werewolf_hacker}
Judgment {werewolf_hacker}
Removing {hes_onthe_jazz}
Perching {hes_onthe_jazz}
Visiting {dateless_doc}
Patrolling {ibringtidings}
Perusing {glamour_n_guns}
Bonding? {miracleairlines}