God created Michael first. Michael was warmth. He was power. He was good. But there couldn't be warmth without the absence of warmth, or good without the absence of good. So God created Lucifer. He was cold. With just as much power as his brother. And he was the brightest, the Morningstar, God's favourite. Michael loved him just like any older brother would love their younger brother. Then God made five other Angels, each very powerful, but known reached the power Michael had. Seven Angels, each for one day of the week. Seven brothers, seven very powerful Angels. God called them the archangels.CW Supernatural rp blog for the archangel Michael | Face claim is Matt Cohen | READ MORE ON MY BLOG'S ABOUT PAGE
Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.
“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.
Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.
“Come on, angel,” Dean taunted from the water sending a spray up at him. “It’s not warm but it’s not too cold either.” Dean chuckled as michael earned a few whistles from the other patrons of the boat. There was one woman eyeing him up and down. “Apparently you have a fanclub already.”
Michael chuckled, looking down at himself. “Well, I guess I can’t blame them.” He said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before jumped into the water, just a normal pencil jump, nothing too fancy. The cold rush of the water caught him by surprise as he made his way to the surface again. He ran a hand through his dripping hair as he placed one hand one Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to help with from sinking without using his grace. “It’s not too bad.”
Dean pulled him along, swimming backwards so he could keep a hand on Michael until he hit the sand bar and could stand. “Yeah swimming’s fun. I guess you don’t get to do it very much, sitting on all those fluffy clouds.” He smirked. “Well now you don’t have much of a choice what with our extended vacation and all.” Dean kicked up his feet so he was floating, still watching Michael. “So how does the whole thing with the wings work? Can you tuck them away fully so they don’t get wet? I’d imagine wet wings can’t feel very nice.”
Michael shook his head in response to Dean’s question. “It’s like wearing soaking wet socks but worse.” He shrugged as his feet found the sand and he could stand. Admittedly, the sand between his toes felt a little weird, but not a bad weird. “I can tuck them away completely, it takes some effort, though.” He shrugged. “Imagine having extra arms on your back, well most angels have only two, but archangels and seraphims and six. So imagine having six extra arms on your back and you have to try and keep them hidden all the time. Even with grace, it can get tiring.”
“I’ll bring Yahoel. The three of us and your demon allies should be enough.” Michael explained, calling out over the angel radio for Yahoel. He was Michael’s closest, still living, associate. An honourable and powerful Seraphim who had aided Michael on many accounts. It didn’t take long for the other angel to appear, unlike Michael and Raziel who’s wings were both brightly colored and magnificent, Yahoel’s were softer, resembling those of a barn owl. He tended to stay silently by Michael’s right shoulder when he wasn’t busy with his other angel duties.
“Lead the way.” Michael looked back at Raziel after glancing at Yahoel. “We need to meet up with your allies and-” Michael let out a small sigh. “I promise not to smite them. For now at least, and so does Yahoel, they have nothing to worry about.” The other angel nodded slowly from where he stood to Michael’s right, watching Raziel with a curious gaze. The eldest archangel had already told him what was happening and what their plan was. He trusted the other not to tell anyone else.
“I think he’s a good choice” Raziel agreed. Yahoel indeed was a trustworthy angel. The golden archangel and the seraphim were never close, but the other had always been at Michael’s side. That was something. Well, it was very much to tell the truth… Raziel nodded in greeting as Yahoel arrived. Quiet and calm as always… Nice. Raziel somehow liked silent and serious people. Especially when serious matters were at hand.
“I am thankful” the golden archangel said as the eldest one promised no harm will come to their demon allies “Beliave me, they will behave as well. Let’s go.” He offered, spreadinh his mughty wings. Raziel had set up some safehouses on Earth long ago. They will meet the demons in one of them. The golden archangel concentrated and notified his dark friends and allies to come, ensuring them it was safe around the other two angels.
At the door of the safehouse, they were met by two demons. One - a tall snake-eyed man with long black hair, black goatee, black scaled tail, serpentine fangs and black mighty dragon-like wings, the other - a lean black and scarlet haired woman with ember-like eyes, black demonic wings tinted with scarlet and small sharp black horns. Raziel embraced them “These are Astaroth and Sthyxa, two of my closest friends” he introduced the two to his brothers “Astaroth, Sthyxa, this is Michael and Yahoel”. The demons nodded in greeting, yet seemed uneasy. They didn’t feel very secure around angels they didn’t know, especially when one of them was Michael himself.
Michael and Yahoel watched the two demons with a cold and wary stare. The two angels combined were certainly no match for hellish creatures but that didn’t erase the fact that Michael and Yahoel were on guard around them. The eldest archangel could tell that both Astaroth and Sthyxa felt them same around him. He had heard about those two demons. Why they dared help an angel, nonetheless an archangel like him or Raziel, was beyond him. Astaroth being the Duke of Hell, Michael would assume he’d hate angels with a passion. Yet here he was.
“Michael,” He introduced himself, his tone almost as cold as his stare. But of course, they already knew who he was; like most intelligent creatures. Yahoel merely nodded in greeting from where he stood beside Michael. “I’m assuming Raziel has already informed you of the situations.”
Michael tilted his head up to look at the mistletoe hanging from a piece of tape in the doorway. He didn’t know how it got up there. The archangel knew vaguely what the leafs meant, it meant he had to kiss whoever was standing under it with him. Michael looked back down, meeting Adam’s gaze calmly. “I suppose this means we have to kiss.” He said, pointing up at the plant dangling above their heads.
Michael scoffed. “I’m Michael, I can do almost anything.” He reached up and pressed his index and middle finger to Adam’s temple, his eyes glowing a brilliant bright blue. Slowly, Adam’s vampire fang disappeared along with his disire for human blood, and he returned to a normal human being. “There,” He said as his hand fell back to his side.”
Adam could feel himself lose all blood lust gone he shaken moved his hands to his mouth checking for his fangs. None he could fine he looked at Michael then almost tackled him into a hug. “Thank you!” he hold onto him tightly smiling he felt better but really hungry after not eating anything really since he was human.
Michael cleared his throat awkwardly, half of his face buried in Adam’s shoulder considering Adam was a fair bit taller than Michael’s vessel. “You’re welcome,” His voice was muffled. “You should probably eat and rest.”
“Maybe just a little bit.” He replied to her question about still being annoyed with Gabriel. He would stay annoyed for as long as he wanted, and while he had nothing against Sabby; he had stuff against her father and definitely her mother.
Human and angel relationships frowned upon, but demon and angel relationships? Completely unheard of. Absolutely dishonourable, shameful, and appalling. Michael could list hundreds of adjectives to describe it.
“You’re not all demon, no, but you are half demon. Meaning there is still evil and sin within you.”
“There’s sin inside all of us Mikey.” Sabby laughed. “And yes I know, “me more than most because I’m part demon.”“ She paraphrased what she had heard all her life, "but what is it? Have I not killed enough people for you? Want me to be all bad?” She chuckled darkly, she didn’t want to be seen as a demon.
“If you keep laughing like that then everyone will so you like that,” Michael commented with a small teasing smile.
“You’re not all bad,” He assured her, even though he doubted he needed it.”Maybe three-quarters bad. Give or take.”
He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders simultaneously. “But yes, we all have sin in us. Even me. Admittedly. But that is why my siblings and I are here, and so was my father. To redeem people of sin.”
Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.
“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.
Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.
“Come on, angel,” Dean taunted from the water sending a spray up at him. “It’s not warm but it’s not too cold either.” Dean chuckled as michael earned a few whistles from the other patrons of the boat. There was one woman eyeing him up and down. “Apparently you have a fanclub already.”
Michael chuckled, looking down at himself. “Well, I guess I can’t blame them.” He said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before jumped into the water, just a normal pencil jump, nothing too fancy. The cold rush of the water caught him by surprise as he made his way to the surface again. He ran a hand through his dripping hair as he placed one hand one Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to help with from sinking without using his grace. “It’s not too bad.”
Michael looked down at himself, fully dressed in multiple layers, he doubted it would be all that comfortable. “Wel, if you want to.” He said as he took off hiss jacket and his shirt, folding them and placing them on his seat once he stood up. The archangel also took off his shoes and socks, glanincg at the water a little warrily, he’d have to concentrae on not accidently walking on top of the water once he jumped in. “But, you have to jump in first. Then I will.” Michael told Dean, crossing his arms over his toned chest.
“Aww. Is the great and powerful archangel Michael scared to jump?” Dean teased good naturally. He removed his shirts and started on his pants. “You might wanna lose the pants too, just dont be naked under. Wear boxers.” Dean stood at the edge and was about to dive when he turned to Michael,“ You can mojo us up some towels right?” He didnt wait for a rely before diving in.
Michael shot Dean a small glare but mostly ignored his comment. The archangel looked around to make sure no one was watching before he looked over at their seats, his eyes flashing blue for a second or two as he made two white towels manifest on their seats. “I do have to try and keep a low profile, Dean.” He said in reference to the towels is voice low so only Dean could hear. “As much as some angels would love, revealing ourselves again could cause mass panic and hysteria.” He shook his head, undoing his belt to pull down his pants, leaving himself only in boxers. Michael walked over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the water with his head tilted like a confused puppy.
Michael raises a hand to touch one of the flowers on the flower crown. “Did you… Make this?” He asked as he turned to look at his brother. “And why am I wearing one while you’re completely flower crownless? It doesn’t seem fair.”
Michael tilted his head up to look at the mistletoe hanging from a piece of tape in the doorway. He didn’t know how it got up there. The archangel knew vaguely what the leafs meant, it meant he had to kiss whoever was standing under it with him. Michael looked back down, meeting Adam’s gaze calmly. “I suppose this means we have to kiss.” He said, pointing up at the plant dangling above their heads.
Michael scoffed. “I’m Michael, I can do almost anything.” He reached up and pressed his index and middle finger to Adam’s temple, his eyes glowing a brilliant bright blue. Slowly, Adam’s vampire fang disappeared along with his disire for human blood, and he returned to a normal human being. “There,” He said as his hand fell back to his side.”
