In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth. A few epochs later the hairless apes pranced onto the scene to the tune of a painfully slow evolutionary two-step, and one-two-three the first angel tripped and fell face-first into an alternate realm of his own design. They said the physical fall itself was over a year long, and that his
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But he did linger the halls from time to time; a solo grace spreading light from corner to corner, bright as it was and yet near to darkness in comparison to the Father. It was one of these days that the light spread from behind those golden doors, that He Himself left the throne without a word. Michael could remember exactly, the last time he had... Eons since. Long before Lucifer's War to be a little more precise.
So he drew near; curiosity, elation, praise, all rolling off his grace in waves. Something was amiss.
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"Michael." The light went inward, the very Presence itself of God seeming to withdraw from the far reaches of the halls to tighten and collapse into that singular form- still Infinite, but taking shape. Limiting.
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It wasn't often the Lion felt fear. Felt confusion and the inability to say or do anything to dissuade. He felt his core wrench, as if the tether connecting him to his Father was being cut short.
"You're leaving." Spoken as a statement, felt as a question. A plead for an explanation. Don't agree, tell him you're not doing it.
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"Yes." His voice was booming, but less impossibly penetrating and all-consuming than the angel had ever heard it before. In a word, more human. There was no trace of expression in that face, or emotion. A still, unknowable pool.
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"I'll take care of them." The Angels, those weaker than he or Gabriel or Raphael. He'd keep them from turning, from feeling the hurt that he refuses to feel now.
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He nodded and looked Michael dead in the eye, a rich human baritone starting to replace the bone-shaking Omnipresence. "Do the right thing."
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Do the right thing. How... How could he know what was right? He'd learned some things, but he'd always turned to God for guidance when he didn't know. Now he was expected to figure it out on his own. And not just for himself, but for everyone. He knew well enough that even Raphael and Gabriel would come to him as a Leader of sorts. .. He'd need to know.
For a moment, the fear showed, quivered across his Grace like a shiver to a human's skin. Could he really do this? .. Of course he would. It was his Father's last order; there was no doubt in his mind that he would question, go against or defy. He would do the right thing. So he dipped his head, not quite looking at his Father.
Please don't leave. Don't go away. Stay with us, with me ( ... )
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He didn't say He loved him. It went without saying.
He didn't say He was proud of him. Anyone who didn't know that was a fool.
He didn't assure him that He knew Michael was strong enough. If He didn't, He wouldn't be giving him this responsibility.
He didn't say these or a thousand other things every child needs to hear, because in His mind everything important was already understood. So He just ducked His head down slightly, looking to catch Michael's eye in an unseen by completely irresistible way. "Be good, my son."
And then He was just gone, leaving nothing but ringing emptiness.
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Was he strong enough? Would he make Him proud? Could he really handle this responsibility? The gaze was unmissable, eyes caught, senses catching the final words. Be good. ... And that was it. The entire hall seeming that much darker, dimmer in the sudden absence of it's Lord Almighty. GoneThe sudden weight of it all was suffocating. He was gone; Michael had no idea when he'd return, if at all. He was gone, and Michael was alone. The warmth of his Father didn't linger like one might think. Everything of him was gone; no inkling that he' been there in the first place beyond the physical evidence and thoughts of his children ( ... )
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When he finally pulled himself together, he fled to the Garden first, rather than the sanctum that had so long ago been his playground. Joshua had no answers for him. Talk to your brothers, he'd said. Gabriel's wings had mantled. He'd done his duty as the Father said- his orders had come from Joshua directly, however, so God, Himself, had not spoken to him since Lucifer's untimely fall. He wanted to shout, to back Joshua against ( ... )
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Even with Raphael's swift, angry arrival he didn't turn to them. They already knew; there was no point in avoiding the truth. The Throne Room was empty, and that was that.
"He'll return when he sees fit." Now he turned to them, his own wings still as ever, even if the core of himself quivered beneath it's growing stone cover.
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"Father!" Gabriel shouted, repeating the word over and over again, at first tearfully desperate like a child and then furious. "If you won't talk to anyone else, talk to me. What messages am I supposed to send to our family? What will we do?"
Michael's words weren't good enough. He hadn't gotten answers from God in a long time, so only answers from the Old Man, himself, would suffice.
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