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sirenspull_logs2012-05-05 02:41 pm
servingfather) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-05 02:41 pm
I've been talking to God don't know
Who: Zach, Michael and Lucifer
When: Thursday
Where: The archangels' pad
Summary: Michael's go-to angel has arrived and seeks out his boss.
Warnings: It's Zach and Lucifer. :|
The moment an angel arrived he had felt it, but Michael didn't go out to greet them. No, not when he knew that this particular one would come to him. Zachariah - the angel who he'd sent to act as his mediator between him and his vessel, the one who had failed. Michael wasn't even mad about it, not now after spending six and a half months here away from the Plan, after all the changes and realizations he's learned.
So here he was, sitting on the large couch in his shared apartment with a book in hand just waiting for his 'little bitch angel' as some might call him. Fraiser was at his feet chewing on a bone while Eden slept on her perch across the room. He knew Zachariah wouldn't keep him waiting for too long, though the angel probably got held up by the disorienting arrival and the hoards of pamphlet-pushers waiting at the baseball field.
Even though he'd told God that he'd try to be more Michael the eldest brother instead of Michael the Viceroy of Heaven it would be easier on both him and Zachariah to play the role. At least until the angel adjusted to crawling around the Earth with the humans. When the other appeared in the apartment he didn't even look up from his book. "Zachariah."
When: Thursday
Where: The archangels' pad
Summary: Michael's go-to angel has arrived and seeks out his boss.
Warnings: It's Zach and Lucifer. :|
The moment an angel arrived he had felt it, but Michael didn't go out to greet them. No, not when he knew that this particular one would come to him. Zachariah - the angel who he'd sent to act as his mediator between him and his vessel, the one who had failed. Michael wasn't even mad about it, not now after spending six and a half months here away from the Plan, after all the changes and realizations he's learned.
So here he was, sitting on the large couch in his shared apartment with a book in hand just waiting for his 'little bitch angel' as some might call him. Fraiser was at his feet chewing on a bone while Eden slept on her perch across the room. He knew Zachariah wouldn't keep him waiting for too long, though the angel probably got held up by the disorienting arrival and the hoards of pamphlet-pushers waiting at the baseball field.
Even though he'd told God that he'd try to be more Michael the eldest brother instead of Michael the Viceroy of Heaven it would be easier on both him and Zachariah to play the role. At least until the angel adjusted to crawling around the Earth with the humans. When the other appeared in the apartment he didn't even look up from his book. "Zachariah."
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"Isn't it nice when we're all getting along? I knew nothing could unite us like hating demons."
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Back to business.
He focuses on Michael again, bouncing just a little on the balls of his feet. "What else should I know?"
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"We've accumulated quite a few pets, both beast and humanoid. I expect you to treat them all with as much respect as you can muster." It's not a suggestion but an order. "There are plenty of apartments in the building that belong to us, you are free to choose one of them and you will be working for me at the docks and with AGI."