Black Angel Michael Novels & Stories

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

"Ah, right! Aren't you serving a sentence? I didn't see you in the courtroom, meaning Archangel Jin didn't lock you up. So, what punishment did you get?" asked Michael as he put his toys on the table. Archangel Michael is fond of making human life replicas using wood and leaves. Yeah, I know it must be very boring to keep a room so empty like that, so he did that to eliminate his boredom. "Why does everyone know I'm being punished? Was it the Angel Edmud?"

My vision went black. The last thing I heard before slipping completely into unconsciousness was a ragged whisper. "Don't worry... I won't let anything happen to you. My Angel."

And behind him, down the platform. Angel. Tony’s breath hitched once he realized what’s going on. Angel was going to be presented as a gift. A get well soon gift. Angel wasn't smiling. But he was standing still. Too still. Blank expressions on his eyes. Just a dull violet color. A picture perfect posture. ‘Like a statue. Or a sacrifice.’ Tony studied Angel. And in that moment, he realized another thing. Why does it feel like he didn't come here on his own accord?

The angel made a small bow as Michael stared down at him all powerful and demanding, curtly answering, “Sir, we were sent to exterminate the abomination.” My stomach suddenly dropped after hearing those words, instinctively moving closer to Azrael’s body for protection, feeling his arms gently wrap around me as I watched Michael take a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment, seemingly trying to calm himself down before he replied, “The abomination you are talking about, is MY child.” The angel’s eyes suddenly bulged out, his gaze quickly darting between Michael and I for a few moments, staring utterly speechless.

Michael had a reputation even back then amongst the Angels, he was one of the favoured like Laurent and was send on earth often to collect reports on the activities going on down there. But he mistook the creators favour into something entirely different, he began to brag and belittle his fellow Angels as if they were his slaves. When Laurent was exiled Michael chose to stay on earth permanently as a resident, he didn't delay in the reports but his deeds were anything but worthy of an Angel. He had become a sinner with angelic wings. Breaking someone's heart was an unforgivable sin and he did it repeatedly, countless times. The laws of the court had bound the Angels and the council to try an

left as his form began to fade with it's exuded aura of unwavering resolve serving as a testament to the weight of his celestial burden and countinous mission to cleanse the earth. Far away, in a surgical chamber suffused with an ethereal glow, an extraordinary figure, Raphael, a renowned healer and Archangel, received Michael's message. His countenance, marked by a blend of serenity and unyielding determination, reflected the gravity of the unfolding events. With a sense of purpose, he left the surgical chamber, leaving behind instruments that continued their intricate dance with a grace that defied mortal understanding.

“Why didn't you let me go to save Viola? We could have got her back. She needs our help. Will heaven never forgive Viola? If not, ask them, banish me too, ” Michael said angrily, flapping his wings, but he couldn't. He was captured by the other Angels, his wings tied, rendering him unable to fly.

Aria asked. “You shouldn’t address him directly.” Shad and I said at the same time. “Michael is an Archangel and the leader of God’s army. He deserves more respect.” “Emerial, Shadriel, Aria is in her right to speak to me directly. She maybe a New Goddess but her power speaks for itself. Yes, Milady, what Shadriel said is true. But only for the Angels that have human blood in them. For Angels like myself, well, we don’t have soulmates.” Michael said.

Certainly noticing the course of my thoughts, Michael tried to explain the true form of those creatures. "They are archangels of a lower rank, Elena. They are not like the monsters of hell, they do not have an animal form or an absurd feature of being contemplated. They only have characteristics in their magic that differ from the Creator's soldiers," Miguel said in a soft voice. Celestial dogs can enter humans that do not have the protection of an archangel. It's a method similar to the possession of demons, although they don't do it for evil. They just follow the orders of the Creator.