45/100: Merlin Cast
Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your ℓιƒє by keeping ωнιѕρєяѕ unsaid
Children roam the streets now orpнαɴѕ oғ wαr
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore
Royal ƒαιтн will carve the path in cнαoѕ
Bringing daylight to the night
ＤＥＡＴＨ is riding in the town with armor
They come to take all your rights
Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the cяσωη, stand in the sun
ＨＡＩＬ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＫＩＮＧ
Michael’s ever-so present luck only seems to get better.
There seems to be a new addition to the town of Bigfork, MT — and that new addition is less than satisfactory, as far as Michael’s concerned. With the presence of Leviathan in town, as well as many other monsters that Michael can’t exactly seem to name, and with his Grace still woefully compromised, a mostly human Michael is struggling to stay alive. He still has thousands of years of Host training under his belt and a quick mind when it comes to battle (actually, that seems to be the only time he has a quick mind), neither of which help him when he stumbles upon his younger brother, Samandriel, attempting to ward off a growing number of the large beasts. A quick fight takes place between the two angels and the ancient monsters, wounding both Michael and Samandriel before Samandriel manages to teleport them to some rag-tag, abandoned barn near the outskirts of town. That’s all well and fine and dandy, but not even Michael has a clue to what they should do if the Leviathan decide to come looking for them: as Samandriel’s got a broken wing and one of them decided to take a nice, big chomp out of Michael’s side. And while everybody knows that wounds do hurt, Michael will be the first to attest to the fact that they hurt a hell of a lot more when you’re human. (see: gone fishing)
And if that weren’t enough, his younger sister Anna is back in town — which makes for a bit of an awkward family reunion, seeming the last time he’s seen her, he burnt her to a crisp. Literally. The bad blood continues to run strong between these two, with Anna completely done with the archangel’s shit, and Michael, of course, equally as unimpressed with anything Anna says or does. ( x )
Michael runs into Lucifer again. The two squabble, per usual, before Michael decides that whatever he has to do at the church he works for is more important than quality time with his little brother, and he cuts the conversation short. Shocking, isn’t it? ( x )
His wings flailed and floundered and hay was stuck to matted blood and oil slick. The younger Angel groaned and curled his wings around himself. Teleporting them here had taken a lot of strength, of which he didn’t have much left. If it was only himself he had to carry, he would have been in better shape. But it seemed two had been a little too much.
Upon hearing Michael’s voice, his wings snapped open and folded against his back before struggling to his feet. To his dismay, he noted that his left wing hung limply behind his back as he tried forlornly to stand to attention.
"Left wing sustained aggravated damage. I will heal but I doubt I will be able to use it again for sometime."
His very Grace trembled as he tried to hold the soldier’s stance. Blood dripped down his side, the Weiner Hut uniform completely soaked red and inky black.
"Are you… Ok?"
"Of course. Fine, fine." He dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, wincing just the slightest bit. There was no mistake — he was wounded, though it didn’t seem to be life-threatening. Not at the moment, anyway. He hoped that with the fluctuation of his Grace that it would heal itself, but that could be days from now. Weeks, even.
"But now the question is, where are all of these Leviathan coming from? I’ve sensed their presences for weeks now, but that’s the first out and out attack I’ve experienced around here." With one hand protectively holding his side, the archangel made his way towards the barn door, opening it just the slightest bit, in case the Leviathan they were fighting earlier had followed them to their current location. He peered out through the crack between the door and the threshold, but saw nothing but the rain beating against the marshy ground, the dark-gray sky rumbling overhead. It seemed that they’d really gotten away from their foes for the time being. He wasn’t sure if it were only a matter of time before they came looking for the two incapacitated angels.
"This place seems to be safe for now," he concluded, shutting the door again and making his way back over to Samandriel, his breath silent yet labored from the effort of doing so. Michael eased himself to a sitting position on one of the bales of hay, lips pursed into a tight line. "It may be a matter of time before they begin pursuing us."
"But it’s good to see you again, brother." He attempted to offer the other a small smile. "Truly."
Mmmmmmm yeah… no…nah not gunna happen. You can leave though.
Guess we’ll both just stand here, then, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.
It must actually be physically painful for you to be so stupid…
If you believe me to be such an idiot, you’re free to walk away at any time.
I’m not sure how it’s possible but you actually made that sound boring… no wonder none of the other angels wanted to hang out with you. I think you need to get laid. i think it would get rid of a lot of that tension. Don’t worry, there are girls… guys. . . out there who are totally into assholes. No pun intended.
I don’t care what the other angels thought of me, either. It wasn’t my job to make friends with everyone. I have no need for things such as ‘getting laid’.