Archangel Michael ✞ ArchistrategosSucreSpiritus
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Soft light filtered through the golden leaves above as a gentle breeze passed between them, stirring petals and robes alike. Michael stood at the center of the gathering, his wings slightly unfurled, his presence calm yet radiant. The garden buzzed with unspoken questions; curiosity laced with unease. At last, one of his siblings spoke — cautiously, but with sincerity.
“Michael… is it true? About you and… Jean? And the child?”
The question hung in the air like a chime caught in the wind. Michael didn’t frown, nor did he bristle. Instead, he simply nodded, his gaze warm.
“Yes,” he said softly, “it is true.”
A murmur passed through the circle. Some angelic faces remained impassive; others struggled to reconcile what they had heard. Michael stepped forward, hands open at his sides — not to defend, but to share.
“I understand your confusion. For ages, we have watched humans shape beliefs around us. They gave us halos and harps, wings bound to hymns, and laws they imagined we must follow. But you must remember — “we are not what humans believe us to be.”
He let the silence settle before continuing.
“The idea that angels are celibate… that we do not feel love or desire or the pull of deep soul connection… came from human interpretation — likely seeded by one seeking control, or perhaps by one who feared the power of divine love made manifest.”
He looked at each of his siblings, his voice unwavering, yet kind.
“Angels are pure — not in abstinence, but in intention. We love with clarity. We act from truth. We are not tied to any religion, nor do we follow doctrines. We come from one Source. And in that Source, all paths return. Even ours.”
There was a long pause — thoughtful, heavy, and sacred.
“As for Jean…” Michael’s eyes softened. “She may carry a human name, but she is not merely human. The true Jean, her vessel — it no longer exists. She granted herself fully to the Phoenix. Her consciousness and soul were offered willingly, and the Phoenix now walks in her place. With her memories. With her love. But guided by its divine purpose.”
He glanced skyward, as if feeling the invisible gaze of the Almighty.
“Our Father has given His blessing. And our daughter — Rory — will walk her own path. She is no ordinary child, and I know the uncertainty you feel. But I ask you… do not fear what is to come. She will become the spiritual warrior she is meant to be.”
The words lingered like a balm, and the garden was quiet.
One by one, the angels relaxed — tension melting into understanding. A few offered nods. Another placed a hand over their heart. And one, with a quiet smile, said:
“We look forward to meeting her… soon.”
Michael smiled, a rare expression of relief passing across his face. His wings slowly folded behind him, as the garden once again bloomed with peace.
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The sky shimmered in hues of molten gold and celestial blue as Michael walked the sacred path alone. Each step was light, yet filled with purpose, his long coat whispering behind him as the wind carried whispers from beyond the veil. The towering mountains stood like guardians, and ahead, the radiant Pantheon pulsed like a living heart of heaven — a divine mandala suspended between realms.
He could feel them already — his angelic siblings gathering, drawn by the same silent summons that tugged at his spirit. This was no ordinary meeting.
With eyes steady and soul aglow, Michael pressed onward, the light of the Pantheon growing stronger with every breath.
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The golden hues of the late afternoon sun filtered through the towering trees, casting soft rays of light upon the gentle path. Michael walked with quiet purpose; his large, calloused hand wrapped around Rory’s much smaller one. His grip was firm yet tender, a silent promise of protection and love.
He had heard of what happened in the kitchen—of how Rory, in front of Jean and Noloty, had let something slip. A power too young to be understood, a spark of something divine, yet wild. He knew what his father had said. The Almighty’s words lingered like an echo, ever-present in the back of his mind. Yet Michael knew his father too well. He had no doubt of the weight such declarations carried, but he would not let them shape his daughter’s path.
Rory giggled, swinging their hands playfully as she skipped beside him. Her fiery red hair bounced with each step, catching the light in brilliant, flickering strands. Those eyes—those beautifully mixed, swirling colors—held an innocence he vowed to protect.
“Papa,” she called, her voice soft but brimming with joy. “Are we almost there?”
Michael glanced down; his usually sharp, piercing gaze softened by warmth. “Almost, little star,” he murmured.
For a moment, he thought of his own father—the weight of expectation, the burden of duty. But Michael was not just the warrior, the messenger, the angelic force of judgment. Here, in this world, in this moment, he was simply a father. And no decree from the heavens would ever change that.
Bending slightly, he lifted Rory into his arms, twirling her in the air as her delighted laughter rang through the park. Whatever future lay ahead, whatever powers she would one day have to face, he would make sure that she never had to do so alone. @Rory
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*chuckles when he hears Hikari’s comment then prepares the drink she asked for* Absolutely Lady Hikari, here you go.
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*Ignoring his sister not wanting to ruin the good vibes at the bar, he looks to Helena and smiles* Arigato for the compliment, my lady! I assure you, you will be fine. 🥰
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Those drinks are perfectly safe for you to drink, Lady Helena! My sister here is a horrible trainer when it comes to drinks! *winks*
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Wishing you a wonderful Happy Birthday!! 🎉
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*Afterwards, Michael would visit the Cafe Shoppe and enjoy a delicious frappe*
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*Michael arrives at the nightclub and heads towards the lounge area to start working at the bar. He knew Noloty might not make it tonight so he promised her that he would help out. Jean accompanies him and chuckles as he notices how she is looking at him prepping the drinks* What?!? This family loves strong drinks! @darkphoenix
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Happy Birthday, Lady Helena! May the cosmos shower you with everlasting blessings! *smiles and gives her flowers*
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*Embraces her with a kiss* @darkphoenix
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*Michael wanted to spend some quality alone time with Jean and surprises her with a gift* Happy Birthday, my love! @darkphoenix
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*Doing some research of his own while Jean reads her book* @darkphoenix
